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There were 8 of us. Myself, Shatarsky, Christine, Debra, and the four Jackals.

One taxi showed up and three of the Jackals hopped in. A taxi could usually hold four people. So this little event caused a bit of wonderment, since we now needed two more cabs instead of just one. Later we would find out that the remaining Jackal was doing everything in his power to overcome Debra with his sexual prowess.

Another taxi was finally hailed, and after the report from the driver that he would take no more than four people, I, knowing full well what Adam would do, said that I would hang back and catch another.

For a second there was a pause. I began to question him. But then he spoke up.

"Yeah. You ladies go ahead. We'll meet you there."

He had already infested her head. I was afraid of that. "I'll wait around with you," Christine said. And with that the taxi sped off, leaving Christine alone with the British likes of Shatarsky and Me.

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed as soon as they were out of sight, and as Adam and I were failing miserably at trying to flag a cab. "I just let my friend get into a cab alone with someone I don't even know!"

You're about to do the same, I thought to myself. And just like that, a cab pulled up and in we went.

"To the Cellar Bar, please, mate!"