John had just turned 72 and was sitting at a table outside MacDonalds. He saw the girl pull in to the parking lot in an old Buick. The passenger's seat had been removed and she was obviously sleeping in her car. She got out and raised the hood and a plume of smoke came out. She walked over to a table, presumably to let it cool off.
John said hi and they began to talk. Finally john said "When was the last time you ate."
The girl said "Yesterday I had hot dog."
John bought her a number 8 supersized with an extra large chocolate shake and an apple pie. She wolfed it down like a starved dog.
The girl was Susan. She was 19, single, attractive and very thin with the exception of quite large breasts for such a slightly built girl. She had the remains of a black eye which she explained as having gotten in a not too friendly homeless camp. She had ADHD, and fiber something or other that caused her pain. She was heading to New Mexico to try and find an old friend from grade school who remarried and now had some new last name. "I don't know if she will help me out as we ended things on a sour note some 10 years earlier." She could not remember the girls last name but it was something like Williams or Wilson. In other words, she had completely run out of options. She was alone in this world since her mother died. The dad had disappeared long ago.
She had high cheek bones, natural blonde hair and very blue eyes. She had a nice butt, however, her breasts were her defining feature. They were heavy and the nipples were on the front, as could be seen thru her braless top.
They talked for a while and finally John asked where she was going to spend the night. She had no plan. So John suggested she stay in the old travel trailer in back of his house.
She followed him home and began cleaning out the dirty trailer and giving it a feminine touch.
John Bar-B-Qued a couple of steaks and they sat at his picnic table and ate together. The girl had been on the road for a year. It had not been easy. The car was on it's last leg. She trusted no one. Several boyfriends had betrayed her, as she put it, She did not like millennial guys.
"I was raised by my grandfather, you remind me of him. He was very good to me but then I had to go live with my mom. She drank a lot and was crazy. I finally became a run away and then I got this car when my mom died. Thats all I got when she died."
The girl settled into the camper. It had a shower and was hooked up to John's house for power and water. She began to settle down and trust John after a few weeks. She liked being there, she said.
John took her to a doctor for a physical and she passed with flying colors. She had no STDs and while thin, had put on some weight, especially in her breasts. Her bra had been lost in a homeless camp or laundromat. She was not sure which.
