Posted by Peter on 12/5/2002, 6:37 am
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We had to get a cab home from the city one night. Unforunately, everybody else seemed to have the same idea and we found ourselves on the end of a queue of about 30 businessmen waiting for a cab. I'd noticed as we walked to the back of the queue that Elizabeth in her elegant business suit, with the same flawless beauty and mouth watering figure at 36 as she'd had at 21, attracted a number of admiring glances from the jaded businessmen! A cab approached. A dark haired girl in her early 20's, scuffily dressed, stepped off the footpath in front of the cab, forcing it to stop, opened the rear door and jumped in. This happens occasionally and no man will normally do anything about it if there's a woman involved, although they would fight tooth and nail with another man in the same situation. Elizabeth stepped forward however and while the girl was trying to browbeat the old cab driver into taking her where she wanted to go and he was telling her to get out in no uncertain terms, simply reached in, grabbed two handfuls of the girls hair, dragged her out and threw her onto the hard paved footpath! "If you don't like that, you little trollop, just get up and have a go!" she said as she stood over her, chest heaving magnificently! The girl scrambled backwards for a few yards, got up and ran off! The cheering from the queue was unrestrained and there was a general call that we should take the cab! The old cabbie was grinning all over his face all the way home, although he restricted himself to one comment "Lady, in 20 years of driving cabs, that's the greatest thing I ever seen!" I went to pay him but he wouldn't take my money, until I told him the company would be paying anyway! As Elizabeth's slim figure walked up our driveway he said to me "You're a lucky man! A woman who looks like that to do a thing like that!" he hesitated "Has she ever actually...you know..." "Been in a fight?" I prompted. "Yeah" We don't normally talk about these things with anyone except Emma but I couldn't see any harm in making the old cabbie's night complete. "Yes, she had four fights with three women when she was younger." I said. "How did she go?" he had to ask! "She beat the first two girls and had two fights with the third girl, of which she won one and lost one." He whistled. "I'd like to see the woman whose a match for her!" he said. "Put your light on." I said and showed him the picture of Emma in her air hostess uniform that I keep in my wallet. "Yeah" he said "I can see it. What a pair of spitfires!" "You said it!" I laughed "Actually, give me your details and I'll book you to pick her up from the airport when she's next in town." Both Elizabeth and Emma have now adopted Bert, our old cabbie, as a kind of pet, and he loves it! Emma loves to hear Bert re-tell this story in his fruity way "You should've seen it, Miss Emma, she just grabbed her by the hair and flung her fair on her arse!" Peter