Hitchhiker Lisa
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.