It was all just too obvious, too pat.It was all just too obvious, too pat. But I did stop. I haven't picked up a hitchhiker since I was in college. I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at knifepoint. I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair whipping about your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass are peeking out invitingly. You are wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many washings, faded to the color of tapioca. Your breasts, unencumbered by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass by. Even from a distance I can see the dark circles through the thin shirt. |