The Hitchhiker
The Hitchhiker I was driving down the highway in my sleek black Mercedes when I saw her standing on the side of the road with her thumb outstretched towards me in the fading light of the setting sun; she was wearing tight denim short shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks with fishnet stockings that ended in black leather boots that went up mid-calf; her top was equally revealing – if you could call it that – it was more of an excuse for clothing than anything else; it was made of black lace that barely covered her nipples which …