A Taste of Spring

SPRING

The chimes of her ringing cell phone rankled Spring Lafayette's nerves. She turned her attention from the passing scenery of city life and settled back into the backseat of the taxi. Spring glanced at the cell phone in her hand then up at the rearview mirror. Her eyes met the driver's gaze through the reflective image.

The driver, a young woman with purple hair and considerable patience, smiled.

Spring offered a half smile as she worked on calming her pounding heart which overshadowed the continuous ringing of her phone, but not enough for her to ignore it. She groaned as she tapped the answer button.

"Listen Springy, I've thought about it and you don't have to do this."

(Yes, I do.)

waited for her sister's response but whatever Summer planned to say

I have to do this.)

my boss," Summer attempted to say, but it came out as a comment-cough combo.

you if I need to." She pressed the button before her

sister forwarded to her and went over

perfectly and brought the green out

hair, in long thin box braids, was pulled into a messy, stylish French braid.

makeup when she wasn't working-a little mascara,

out slow even breaths. She attempted to calm her racing mind and dispel any assumptions about her sister's line

who provide companionship for clients who have no time or desire to search for it. Clients are generally not hard up perverts who just want to get the escort naked. Most of the time they are just regular people with normal lives who for whatever

in her sister's life, but she owed Summer and she meant to pay her back, or start a