9 parts Complete On a dark rainy afternoon, a stolen ride, a displaced soul, a romance with a difference. She had a story to tell and Walter had a need to listen....
Harder and harder it rained around Willowpeak. The low-lying areas were starting to flood. I got stuck behind a couple of big rigs going up a hill. It was so dark from the really dense black storm clouds and heavy rain that it looked almost like the middle of the night, even though it was only in the mid afternoon.
Just as I slowed to no more than a walking pace, the passenger door of my car suddenly opened and a girl climbed in. She was soaked, dripping water on my seat cushions as she turned to lock the door once she was inside...
...She tried a smile. She wore no make-up but her skin had that
clearness only the young achieve. Her tangled hair, dark in what light
filtered though the storm, lay plastered tightly to her cheeks, neck and back. In much the same way, a cotton shirt clung to her shape. I mentally revised her age, those breasts seemed adolescent.
I smiled back, feeling a thrill of anticipation rush through me. She might be delectable, but there was also a possibility that she was underage. My heart skipped a beat.
"I hope you don't mind too much, sir. I'm wet and cold and..." She turned her face away but continued looking at me sideways. "And I need a ride.....
This story is quite different from the other stories I've written. Give it a try. I think you'll like it of you like any of my other stories. If you do, let me know what you think, good or bad.
