Tina blew down route 66 at a brisk pace. Her blue 66 VW Bug was only three years old, but some days it made noises that made her worry that it was going to die at any given time. Her red shirt whipped in the wind from the open window as she drove, and she smiled, feeling free on the open road, The Beatles "Yellow Submarine" playing on the radio.
She saw a hitchhiker walking along the road a mile or so ahead. She had seen them before, but didn't usually stop for them, what with hearing about people getting killed by strangers they'd picked up. Yet, she was a kind woman and you never knew when it might be you. She slowed as she neared the hiker, reaching over and rolling down her passenger window. "Where are you headed," she called out to him.
"San Francisco," he replied. Tina could see he was dressed recently and while his hair was down to his shoulders, it wasn't too messy, like some hippies she'd seen. "Hop in," she said, deciding she wouldn't mind the company. "I'm headed to Berkeley."
He stowed his gear in her meager back seat, which was already filled with many of her own things. As he sat down she studied his features: green eyes, a small moustache and no piercings. She'd seen some guys with them, and she didn't care for them. She felt only women should have pierced ears. He did look good, though with a the dyed shirt and blue jeans.
"My name's Jordan," he said, introducing himself. "Tina," she replied. "What's out in Frisco for you?"
"A friend's offered me a job out there, something to do with computers," he said. "Told me some really far out stuff, like he can make a computer that fits on a desk, electronic stuff you can hold in your hand and do math with. "
She chuckled. "Sounds like he's been reading too many science fiction magazines."
He smiled and shook his head. She thought he had a cute smile. "I dunno about that, but I thought of go out and see what he's doing, haven't had much luck on jobs lately. How about you?"
She blushed, thinking it sounded far out now. "A friend of mine is going to help me be a model. I've always wanted to try it."
Jordan looked up and down at her. Long slender legs, blemish free skin, red pouty lips, black hair tied back in a ponytail. "You'll do well, I think. You look like a model."
She blushed. "Thanks, but I think your computer job will be more successful than my modeling. What's your friend's name?"
"Steve Jobs. We went to high school together, then I got drafted. Shipped me to boot camp, but I couldn't cut it physically. Just as well, I hate what they're doing in Vietnam," he said. "But my dad served on World War 2, so I had to try for him."
She nodded. "I don't even understand why we're over there."
They drove on for miles, and it was getting dark. They pulled into a motor lodge. Jordan didn't have enough for his own room, so they shared a room with two beds.
It wasn't exactly the Ritz, but it was clean, and Tina set a bag of clothes on one of the beds. "I don't know about you, but I need a shower," she said.
"Go ahead, ladies first." He said. "Mmm, such a gentleman," she said as she walked in. She turned on the shower and started to undress and brush her hair as she waited for the water to warm up. She could see through the crack in the open door that Jordan was getting ready for his shower. She let out an involuntary gasp as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a hard chest with well-defined abs. She almost pouted when she tried to see below the waist, but the mirror only went to the waist.
But the mirror worked both ways. Jordan could see a little into the bathroom, and as he undressed, he could barely see her in front of the mirror in her bra. How he wished she'd taken it off! She was beautiful, and until now on this trip hadn't really thought about her too much as he was still getting over his last girlfriend, but of course, seeing a beautiful woman's flesh awakens certain things.