“Because men are more likely to stop if they see a woman in need.”
She rolled her eyes but held out her arm with only her thumb up.
When the truck driver saw us, he slowed and approached. He stopped directly in front of us. “Ya’ll lost or something?”
“A little bit,” I answered. “We’ve been walking for a while. We’re not from around here, and we’re just trying to get to the nearest town. Any way we could hitch a ride?”
He frowned as his brown eyes moved back and forth between us. “Alright, hop on in.” He waved us forward.
I opened the door, and Amelia climbed inside, sliding to the middle of the old bench seat. I took my seat beside her, and we were off.
“It’s a good thing I stopped for ya. It’s another twenty miles or so before we get to town,” the old man said. “Where ya’ll coming from anyway?”
Amelia looked at me to answer.
“We were with some friends last night, and they took us to a party out in the middle of nowhere. When we woke up this morning, they had taken off without us. I guess we didn’t realize how far out we really were,” I lied.
“You must have been over at the Beckett’s place. They throw parties every weekend.” The old man kept talking about anything and everything as we drove to town. He seemed happy just to have the company. When we finally made it into town, we climbed out of the truck in a Walmart parking lot. Crash thanked him, and I shook his hand before he drove off.
“Finally, let’s go inside and get some things. Refill our water and snacks. Then we can get a room for an hour to shower. This smell is making me sick,” she complained, leading the way into the store.
We both grabbed a pair of jeans, shirts, and some underwear before checking out. There was a motel not far from the store, so we walked there and rented a room. Even though I wanted to make it further down the road, we decided to just chill and recoup. Neither of us slept well, and we were tired as fuck from all the walking we’d done. We needed showers. We needed to get our clothes washed. And we needed to eat and get a good night’s rest before continuing on our way.
While she showered, I took some cash and walked across the street to a fried-chicken restaurant, where I ordered us both lunch. Since it was lunchtime, it was busy and filled with locals. I had to wait longer than I would’ve liked, but I was finally handed my order, and I took it back to the motel across the street.
When I entered the room, I set the bag on the table and started pulling everything out. I ordered myself a two-piece meal with mashed potatoes and gravy, mac and cheese, and a roll. I wasn’t sure if Crash ate anything other than chicken strips, so I ordered her a four-piece strip meal and some potato wedges. I had sorted the food and was just about to sit down to eat when the bathroom door opened.
She walked out, wearing her new jeans that rode low on her hips and a thin, fitted long-sleeve t-shirt. My eyes raked over her perky tits and flat stomach, lingering a little longer on the sliver of skin that showed between her top and her jeans.
“I got you some chicken strips,” I muttered. The words fell from my lips without any thought behind them.
She smiled and moved to sit down across from me.
“Thank you, Ollie.”
I raised my brows at her calling me that. “Ollie?”
She gave me a bashful smile, her cheeks pink. “Do you not want me to call you that?”
“No… I… I like it.” My heart fluttered.
“I feel so much better now that I don’t smell like a pig that’s been rolling in the hay.” Her long blonde hair was wet and hanging around her. She tucked it behind her ear as she took a big bite of her chicken strip. Her eyes rolled back as she chewed.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, licking the grease from her lips.
I cleared my throat to push the thoughts from my head. “Yeah, you definitely smell better,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, a tiny smile on her lips. “You don’t smell so great yourself, buddy.”
“Buddy?” I laughed.
She shrugged. “I’m just saying, check yourself before you start hurling insults.”
I chuckled. “OK. I’ll do that.” I rolled my eyes and took a big bite of my drumstick.
“So, are we taking off today, or are we pushing it back to tomorrow?”
I shrugged. “I thought we could push it off to tomorrow. That’ll give us some time to get cleaned up, wash our clothes, eat, and catch up on some sleep. Plus, we need to keep our eyes out for a car we can jack.”
