We caught two rides that evening. Both were from single men. Both raised one eyebrow when they saw us holding hands. We figured we’d better go back to being friends again. After the second ride ended, I knew I was done for the day. Brandon was yawning as well. We were at a rest area along the Ohio Turnpike. It looked seedy and dirty, like some place hookers would hang out. We were afraid to use the bathroom. There was a pick-up truck parked right in front of it, and there was a mattress falling off the back. We exchanged a look that said everything—Should we? No. Shall we? Yes.
We pulled the mattress off so easily I was sure it would have fallen anyway, and carried it back into the woods behind the back parking lot. Technically, it wasn’t breaking into the vehicle.
We walked a little dee
