On the way back to the van we ask Kyle, “Do you needed a ride?”
He said, “I got a ride here with a friend but I’ll gladly accept your offer of a ride back to the city.”
He was soon on the matters in the back f*****g the hell out of Annette again.
When I saw a teen hitch hiking up ahead, I ask, “Do you want the company of a hitch hiker up ahead?”
They both said, “That would be awesome,” so I pulled the curtain across the back of the front seats and picked up the hitch hiker. He was about five-foot six, sun bleached blonde, blue eyes and older than I’d thought, at least eighteen possibly nineteen. As he got in he said, “My name is Paul,” and I said, “I’m Eric.”
I was wearing ‘Daisy-Duke’ cut-off jeans and he was wearing gym shorts, which left little to the imagination for both of us.
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