I didn’t see her face at first, all I saw was the backpack, her
dirty blonde hair, and her hand raised up, thumb extended. As I pulled up, she
turned to face the car, and flashed a smile that somehow managed to be sweet,
yet also hot as hell. She leaned in, pressing the thin fabric of her top
against the half opened window.
“Going my way?” she asked, winking at me in a way that
stirred emotions in me that I thought were long buried.
“Sure am!” I said, slightly too excitedly.
Within an hour I was strangling her.
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