Well, there was the husband

"Do you have your keys?"

Crystal giggled and pointed to her chest. "Maybe down here. Better go looking for them."

Instead he rang the doorbell.

A few minutes later a light went on and a good-looking man in his mid-sixties opened the door. He had gray hair and wore an oriental-style kimono over what looked like plaid pajamas.

"Nookie," Crystal cried out when he opened the door, "look what followed me home. Can I keep it?"

"Ah. I see." The man looked at Rick. "I hope she wasn't too much trouble. She can get rather... energetic when she drinks to excess."

"No problem, sir." That, at least was a truthful answer. Having one's dick sucked was rarely too serious a problem.

"I suppose you need a tip."

"Not at all. It's all included in the service." If the husband thought he was a driver, all to the good.

"You're quite sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, I do appreciate it." He reached into his kimono pocket (Rick reflecting that he hadn't realized kimonos were supposed to have pockets) and produced a business card. "Please call me if I can do anything to repay you, then."

"No repayment due, sir" Rick said truthfully. "But thank you. Ah, if you could take your wife off my hands. I've got another client in the car."

"That will be Tan, I assume. Be careful of her. She can be quite the handful."

"I appreciate the advice, sir." He shifted Crystal over to her husband, ducking to avoid her attempt to grab him and pull him into her big breasts, then headed back to his car before Nookie, or whatever the husband's actual name might be, smelled his semen on his wife's breath and came after him with a shotgun. Texas was infamous for letting 'wronged' men get away with murder... and for letting rich men get away with murder too. A rich wronged man killing a homeless massage worker wouldn't even get charged with a crime, let alone convicted.

Tan had shifted to the front seat when he finally got back to his car and he climbed in, started the engine, and headed back toward the Tollway.

"You aren't going to give me trouble, are you?" he asked.

"Perhaps."