Outdoor

We planned a fishing trip and camp for the first week after the school closed. My wife, daughter and son also invited Ashley, Tammy’s boyfriend. Ashley was a neighbor who lived a few doors in the neighborhood. For a few days, we all prepared with enthusiasm for the journey. The day before our departure, our son Jack came down with a virus and it seemed that the trip was to be cancelled. The girls were extremely disappointed and complained about something horrible. The morning we were supposed to leave, my wife suggested I take the girls and she’d stay home with Jack. He was better, but she thought he’d stay close to him. Camping and fishing wasn’t exactly his favorite activity anyway. I think she welcomed the apology back. The girls were happy, the car was almost all packed, so we went.

It was too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. When I get closer, I can see your faint cuts, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass whip invitably.