Another day, another dime... Is it dime or dollar? Must be dime – they only pay me a pittance! And so went the internal dialogue as I crawled through the traffic from the office to the outskirts of town where I'd be able to open her up and put my foot down. Unless I found a tractor. Or an old person. Bastards! The whole bloody lot of them.
I continued to creep at a steady 17 ½ miles an hour, negotiating roundabouts, swearing at traffic lights and cursing the slow to react. I knew that in about 7 minutes I would be out of the centre. Traffic would begin to ease off, and my speed would begin to ease up.
I finally reached to town limits and watched with glee as the needle on my speedo crept past 25, then 30, 45, 60. Beautiful! Then, as expected, but hoped against; an old person. Driving a fucking tractor. How cruel can life be?? I put my clutch down and cruised up behind it until I started to get too close. I gently squeezed the brake, and began cursing the oncoming traffic that was preventing me from over-taking. Knowing I was doomed to be stuck behind it for the majority of the journey, I allowed my attention to drift from the road.
It was as my eyes scanned the verge to my left I saw a sign being held optimistically out "Away From Here" was the simple request it carried. I felt this might be what was preventing other drivers from pulling over – it can't've been the hitchhiker herself – she was stunning! Tall, slim, fantastic legs, shoulder length brown hair, and a smile that I'd kill for. I began to thank the tractor – had I been doing the preferred 65, I wouldn't've been able to stop in time!
I pulled over and opened the door for her. As she climbed in her short denim skirt rode up slightly, and I got the feeling that she wanted it to. My hunch for this was based upon the way her smile widened as she caught me looking her up and down. I blushed my apologies. She laughed them off and introduced herself as Sammy. I told her my name, and kissed her hand.
"Where do you really want to go then?" I was curious as to whether this was just a social experiment, or whether she really didn't care where she was taken. Or how... I gave myself a mental slap for that last thought, but was unable to keep my mind from dwelling upon it.
I noticed her lips moving but had missed most of what she had said. "... cheating sonofabastard" was all I caught. Enough to get the basic gist of what she was saying.
"So you really have no destination in mind? No family? Friends?" I was now intrigued beyond belief.
She simply shook her head. "Just away from here." I told her where I was headed and she said it sounded great, but a little too close. I indicated to pull back into the traffic and began to think. Or how... That phrase just spinning around my head and driving me to distraction. I had to have her.
"I could take you further.... But it'd be a bit inconvenient for me." I let it hang in the air, wondering if she'd offer anything to the baited hook I'd dangled before her.
"Turn left here." She looked toward a narrow country lane. Possibly used by about 4 people at this time of night. As her eyes looked back to meet mine there was a sparkle in there that I've never seen before or since.
