Bus Driver Marissa Berlin 1

Marissa was different. Young, attractive and vivacious she had been driving a city bus for over a year. The Metropolitan Transit District assigned its drivers to their own bus and Marissa's had seen better days. Over the previous several months the bus had become more temperamental, initially being harder to start in the mornings when cold, then progressing to ever-increasing intersection stalls requiring increasing numbers of attempts to restart it. Interestingly Marissa didn't really mind these events, considering them quirky challenges thrown her way by an old cranky bus. In addition as time went by she found herself actually looking forward to her driving days, anticipating hearing the slow cranking, feeling the vibration through her leather driver's seat, feeling the friction as each leg rubbed against the other while pumping the gas pedal, feeling the damp leather of her old mules against the soles of her bare feet. Each day would bring a new adventure: how long would it take the bus to start when cold? Where would it stall on her route? How late would it make her? How would the passengers react? Pumping, bouncing, and cranking while pressing the starter button infused an exciting hormonal rush each and every time. Life was good! As she sat in her balky stalled bus trying to get it started, she

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