He almost missed her. It took a few seconds before she registered, a pale girl in Daisy Dukes and a light halter top, with her thumb out. Nothing short of crazy on this cold October night.
Billy Ray Thomas ("Zeus" to his friends) slammed on the brakes of his pickup truck, almost spinning over the cliff. He backed up cautiously and watched the girl walk brazenly toward him without even a hint of caution.
When she pulled even with the truck, Billy Ray rolled down the passenger side window and hollered, "Hi there, little lady! Kinda cold for that outfit, ain't it? Kinda dangerous too, hitchhiking on these deserted mountain roads. Never know who you gonna run into up here. Lucky it's me this time."
He pushed open the passenger door, and the girl climbed in, without saying a word. The soft moonlight gleamed on her rack, which rivaled Dolly Parton's in Billy Ray's estimation. He engaged the truck and pulled forward. He couldn't keep his mind off those hooters. He wanted to paw them so bad, he could taste it.
As if she were listening to his thoughts, the girl grabbed his right hand and placed it on her right tit, inside her halter.