"This is the place you ast for. That'll be a buck ten, mister."
I touched his mind, planted a couple of false impressions and withdrew. He blinked, then started up, drove around the field, pulled up at an open gate with a blue-uniformed guard. He looked back at me.
"You want I should drive in, sir?"
"I'll get out here."
He jumped out, opened my door, helped me out with a hand under my good elbow. "I'll get your change, sir," he said, reaching for his hip.
"Keep it."
"Thank YOU." He hesitated. "Maybe I oughta stick around. You know."
"I'll be all right."
"I hope so," he said. "A man like you—you and me—" he winked. "After all, we ain't both wearing berets fer nothing."
"True," I said. "Consider your tip doubled. Now drive away into the sunrise and forget you ever saw me."