Outdoor

We had a fishing trip planned and camped for the first week after school. My wife, daughter and son had invited Tammy’s girlfriend Ashley. Ashley was a neighbor who lived a few doors away. A few days we’d all be excited about the trip. The day before we left, our son Jack came with a virus and it looked like the trip had to be canceled. The girls were very disappointed and complained a terrible thing. The morning we had to leave, my wife suggested I take the girls and she’d stay home with Jack. He was better, but she thought it best he stayed close to home. Camping and fishing wasn’t exactly her favorite activity. I think she welcomed the excuse to withdraw. The girls were happy, the car was almost packed, so we went.

It was all too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in college. I always thought a nice girl was on the side of the road with her thumb in the wind had to have a friend of 250 pounds in the bushes, ready to command my car at the knifepoint.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair floating over your face in the wind. When I drive closer, I see your faded cuts so short that the cheeks of your ass are inviting.