Damn, I HATE when my car breaks down. I looked for a phone to get some help, but none were to be found. Have to hitchhike, I suppose. I waited and waited, until I almost decided to walk to the nearest pay phone. Finally, I saw a nice looking car coming down the road. I put my thumb out and the driver seemed cordial enough to stop. She was GORGEOUS!
"Need a ride?"
"NAW, just thought I would stand here all night," I joked. She seemed to understand that I was, because she laughed.
"Well, I don't see a weapon on you, so, hop in.
"Thanks," I said as I opened the door and jumped in. "Names Bob."
"Hi, mines Susy." We shook hands and she drove off. "So where ya headed?"
"California, I'm meeting a friend. So, what do you do?"
"I...UM...AM...a Nightgal."
"A prostitute."
