Samantha Grace is a twenty-six year old successful advertising executive. Other than her recent breakup with her girlfriend, her life was perfect. That separation, however had a devastating effect on her. Every time she recalled the day two months ago she wanted to cry. She had been with Patricia for six years, ever since they first met in college. She had been setting at her desk and thought about the evening to come. It was their sixth anniversary and they were going to have a wonderful evening out with dinner at their favorite restaurant, a play and a late night carriage ride through central park. She decided right then that she was not going to set at a desk all day. She closed down and headed home, stopping for two-dozen yellow roses on her way.
When Samantha, Sam to all her friends, entered their condo it was quiet and Sam went to the bedroom expecting to find Pat still curled up in a blanket. But Pat was up and she was setting on the edge of the bed and completely nude. The look on her face said about everything. Anything still missing was resolved when the very young, very beautiful first year college student from across the hall emerged from the bath, just as nude as Pat. After a moment of embarrassment, Pat recovered nicely. "Sorry sweetie but you must understand why I've been entertaining myself during the day. Just look at her." Pat held out her hand and the young girl came to her and Pat pulled her onto her lap.
"Get your shit and get the fuck out." Sam spoke in a very clam and soft voice, almost a whisper. She turned and left the condo. She spent three nights at the Ambassador Hotel but when she tired of shopping for a new change of clothes every evening she finally returned home to find Pat and her personal things gone. Pat's key was on the kitchen table, no note.
Sam tried to get on with her life and do her job but in the end she simply could not manage returning to her empty house. She requested and got a month's leave of absence from her job, packed a few bags and hit the road. That was a week ago. She was now setting in a booth in the Courtesy Diner on route 301 in south Florida. It was November so she had pointed her Mercedes 240 SL convertible south.
She was currently obsessing over a very tan knee peaking out from a hole in a pair of worn jeans. A tall slim girl with long straight black hair was wearing those jeans. She had long slender arms that were very tan and she had on a tiger striped top, which was sleeveless and short at the waist. She was revealing a bit flesh along a narrow waistline, above the top of the jeans; she was apparently tan all over.
But why, she wondered, did a bare knee seem so erotic when that was all that was being revealed. The bits of raveled strings around the opening were almost as attractive as the knee. She admired the long legs and the round ass and the lean back. And, Oh fuck, Sam turned her attention back to her burger and fries. When she had looked at the girl's smooth and beautiful face she was met with two large dark eyes staring back at her.
Sam did not dare look up for the longest time. She had finished her lunch and when she reached for her check she saw the young girl stand. Hoist a large backpack over one shoulder and turn toward the door. Sam could now see that the girl had holes in the knees of both pant legs. As she walked out the door Sam's eyes followed those tight jeans across the parking lot. The bell cuffs were so long they drug through the gravel causing little puffs of dust trail after her.
Sam went to the register where a high school aged girl with a bored look on her face gave her back the wrong change from a twenty-dollar bill. She made four dollars for eating lunch there. She folded it along with another three and tucked it all into a tip jar beside the register. The young girl sprouted a huge smile at the idea of such a large tip.
Sam looked at her. "Relax sweetie, you're going to need it when the owner closes out tonight." The girl watched Sam leave wondering what that might mean.
Sam was pushing the Mercedes at eighty in a fifty-five down the two-lane road; the top was down, her short blonde hair whipping in the breeze. By the time she saw the girl from the diner standing on the side of the road under the shade of a wide spreading Live Oak she was well past, Sam tried to decide if the girl had her thumb out, hitching a ride or just resting in the shade. She let the car slow until she found a side entrance where she could turn around.
As she reached the girl she saw the young thing was definitely hitching. Her right hand was out with a thumb in the air. She drove a ways past where she stood and made a u-turn. She drove up beside her and stopped in the middle of the lane. There were no other cars in either direction. The girl looked both ways. "Need a ride?" Sam said.
"I'm going to Everglade City." She replied.
"Never been there." Sam said. "Would I like it?"
The girl tossed her backpack in the back seat and leaned over the door. Her top stretched across her chest outlining small firm breasts with erect nipples. "You might."
Sam looked into the back seat. "I haven't agreed to give you a ride yet."
"I can always take it back out." She said.
"No." Sam smiled at her. "Lets go see what's in Everglade City."
"Don't you want to know my name?" The girl asked as she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
Sam checked the rearview mirror as a truck passed from the opposite direction blowing a loud air horn as it passed. The girl gave the driver the finger. "Are we angry?" Sam asked.
The girl smiled at her. "Just don't like horns." She replied. "It's Jessica. Jessica Roberts. I have an ID if you want to see it."
"That won't be necessary. San offered. Christ, she thought, she could not take her mind off of the holes in the girl's jeans. Now she could see there were smaller ones higher up the legs along her thighs and there was one, oh my god, she thought. There was one hole about an inch in diameter on the inside of her thigh just below her crotch.
"Hello? I said my name is Jessica." The girl said.
Sam snapped out of her trance. "Yes, I heard you. I'm Sam.' She floored the car and it shot up the road pressing Jessica into the seat and reaching eighty in a little over twelve seconds.
"Yea!" Shouted Jessica. "Whoo!" She raised her hands high in the air and waved at nothing. Her long black hair whipped around her face and she was trying to gather it and hold it out of her face.