"Hey, lady," he hollered, "what you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night?"
"Looking for a ride," I told him.
"Sorry can't help you," he said. "I'm just takin' this load of fertilizer out to my farm."
"I'll give you a blow-job for a hitch to the nearest city."
"Glory be, a whore in Serendipity!" he exulted at his find. "I never thought I'd see the day. Lady, you're in the wrong place."
"I know." I went along with his assumption, feeling for all the world as though I were telling the God's honest truth. "I've got to get to a decent-sized city so I can get out on the streets and earn a living."
"That's the American way, lady, the American way," he congratulated me on my pluck. "What do you want for a fuck?"
"Cost you twenty, along with the ride," I said, thinking of how much I could use the money since I'd left everything behind.
"You got yourself a deal," the driver of the pick-up called. "Climb on in."
Scrambling across the road, I trotted around the front of the truck, hoisted myself into the cab, and slammed the rickety door behind me. I felt like I was slamming the door on my past. I was suddenly an entirely different person than I had ever been.
"Charlotte a big enough city for you?" the driver asked with a gap-toothed grin.
"If you're willing to take me there, stud."
I had his cock out of his pants before he'd let out the clutch. I was on my way.