Alphabet and New Lyrics

Creative writing exercises (two, since I didn't do one yesterday and went to sleep early instead - which, by the way, was the best idea I've had in a while.) There is actually another exercise called "Noun + Verb" that came before these, but it seemed time consuming so I'm saving it for when it's not so late.

Alphabet
The rules: Write a 26-sentence story with each sentence beginning with each letter of the alphabet. (In order, A to Z.) Here it is:

A woman stepped out of a cab, one long leg at a time. Before she even closed the door, the driver hit the gas. (Cabbies are an impatient group sometimes.) Dust flew up from under the spinning tires. Exhaust choked the woman and others nearby. "Fuck you!" she shouted, giving the back of the car the finger and hoping the driver saw it in the rearview mirror. Great, now everyone is staring. Her name was Lola, but no, she wasn't a showgirl. In the corporate world, they're called escorts. Just keep moving. Knowing people were still staring, she walked into the coffee shop on the corner. "Latte, nonfat," she ordered, then slipped into a booth by the window. Men in suits walked to and fro along the downtown sidewalks. Nearly half an hour went by before she saw the one she was waiting for. One o'clock, on the dot, she thought as she watched him enter the hotel across the street. Politicians didn't want to be seen with their escorts, so she waited for the text message that he said he'd send. Quickly, she scanned the street for media, just to be safe. Relax, you can do this. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. "Take the service elevator to Room 836, knock twice, identify yourself as X." Ugh, the service elevator. Very quickly, she left the shop and made it up to the room without being seen. "Who is it?" he asked when she knocked. "X," she answered, per his ridiculous instructions. "You're right on time," he said as he opened the door. "Zachary Brown... or do you prefer Mr. Mayor?" she replied, holding up her badge, "You're under arrest."

That was kind of hard. The next one was easier.

New Lyrics
The rules: Using the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb," write your own lyrics. Here it is:

"Steffy had an urge to write,
Urge to write,
Urge to write,
Steffy had an urge to write
And publish a book.

It made her nervous to think of,
To think of,
To think of,
It made her nervous to think of
letting people look.

What if they thought it sucked,
Thought it sucked,
Thought it sucked,
What if they thought it sucked
And told her so?

But if she didn't take that chance,
Take that chance,
Take that chance,
But if she didn't take that chance
Then she would never know."

Ta-da!