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The year was 1978, my car, once again on the fritz; I stuck out my thumb going to and from work hoping to catch a hitch. After counting inventory late one night, I thought I would have to walk the whole way home; A car pulled over just a few yards ahead - the driver was in it all alone. She looked like she was about thirty-five - I was almost half her age; Her face suggested she just had a good cry, although a smiling face she tried to stage. “You are brave to be hitch-hiking late at night,” she nervously said to me. “Picking me up, makes you much braver than I, I think we both can agree.” I told her where I was trying to get; she said it was on her way. She said, “I really must look a mess, I’ve had a terrible day.” “No ma’am, you look just fine,” I lied the best that I could. I kept my eyes looking straight ahead at the road in front of the hood. She down-shifted as we approached a red light, then dropped her hand right onto my leg; “I really was a good looking girl back in my younger days.” I could feel the sweat drip under my shirt, and my heart skip a beat or two; Her hand was almost touching my crouch, something I think she obviously knew. The light turned green but we didn’t move; her hand rubbed me just a bit; then she put the car back into gear and we continued on our trip. “Is there something you have to do tonight? Is there someone waiting on you? Like I said, I’ve had a really bad day, and would like someone I can talk to.” I couldn’t think up of an answer; no words came out of my mouth - She drove right pass the road where I lived and we continued driving south. I don’t remember the name of the Motel, or even how we got into the room; I was floating around as if stuck in a dream that I didn’t want to end too soon. She told me her story that I never did hear, but that brought more tears to her eyes; I couldn’t help but wonder what might happen next and worry if to the occasion I could rise? She said she needed a shower, to wash the awful day right out of her mind; She led me into the bathroom and undressed me with hands both gentle and kind. That night required the stamina of the young body I still wore; She made love to me like an experienced woman, something I had never known before. In the morning there was nothing left to be said - she got in her car and drove away; I stuck out my thumb, heading back north, watching the taillights of her Chevrolet.

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Taillights of Her Chevrolet

The year was 1978, my car, once again on the fritz; I stuck out my thumb going to and from work hoping to catch a hitch. After counting inventory late one night, I thought I would have to walk the whole way home; A car pulled over just a few yards ahead - the driver was in it all alone. She looked like she was about thirty-five - I was almost half her age; Her face suggested she just had a good cry, although a smiling face she tried to stage. “You are brave to be hitch-hiking late at night,” she nervously said to me. “Picking me up, makes you much braver than I, I think we both can agree.” I told her where I was trying to get; she said it was on her way. She said, “I really must look a mess, I’ve had a terrible day.” “No ma’am, you look just fine,” I lied the best that I could. I kept my eyes looking straight ahead at the road in front of the hood. She down-shifted as we approached a red light, then dropped her hand right onto my leg; “I really was a good looking girl back in my younger days.” I could feel the sweat drip under my shirt, and my heart skip a beat or two; Her hand was almost touching my crouch, something I think she obviously knew. The light turned green but we didn’t move; her hand rubbed me just a bit; then she put the car back into gear and we continued on our trip. “Is there something you have to do tonight? Is there someone waiting on you? Like I said, I’ve had a really bad day, and would like someone I can talk to.” I couldn’t think up of an answer; no words came out of my mouth - She drove right pass the road where I lived and we continued driving south. I don’t remember the name of the Motel, or even how we got into the room; I was floating around as if stuck in a dream that I didn’t want to end too soon. She told me her story that I never did hear, but that brought more tears to her eyes; I couldn’t help but wonder what might happen next and worry if to the occasion I could rise? She said she needed a shower, to wash the awful day right out of her mind; She led me into the bathroom and undressed me with hands both gentle and kind. That night required the stamina of the young body I still wore; She made love to me like an experienced woman, something I had never known before. In the morning there was nothing left to be said - she got in her car and drove away; I stuck out my thumb, heading back north, watching the taillights of her Chevrolet.