Chapter 1

This night will never end, she thinks to herself as the rain pelts her face. Then a set of head lights appear from behind her illuminate her. Would this be the one that would have mercy on her then she shakes the vary thought from her mind with a shake of her head. Hell so many cars have already passed me by why would this one be any different. As brakes squeal, dislodging her from her train of thought into pear frozen panic, O shit it's over. As the dark van slowly swerves around her nearly clipping her left arm and stops. Happy to be alive but truly shaken unable to move.

The man throws the van into reverse backing up to the person, not knowing what else to do. She slowly leans down pulling her hear out of her face so she could pear inside the van's window. At that vary moment he slowly rolls down allowing her to see him.

The man staring at her wide eyed, he was a muskier older looking man with salt and pepper hair. They both stared at each other for a long time, not knowing what to say or do. Letting the rain dump into his van, yet this did not seem to bother him. He finally smiles as he said, "Thank god I didn't kill you."

With a wave of his hand, he hit a button that unlocked the doors, "Do you need a ride somewhere" he asked kindly, "its awful cold out there and it is the least I could do." While asking her he did not fail to let the opportunity pass him by, to give her a looking over. She was a young woman in a low cut blouse that was soaked through, clinging delightfully close to her small button breasts.

Mid way through the thought about her small womanly body that he almost destroyed, she opens the door and steps into his van ... Shutting the door behind her, she looked at him after a long pause to thank him. He was an older looking gentleman she thought and this probably give him a few more grays, as he said in a deep southern accent, "It looks like we are heading in the same direction, where are you going?"

She smiles a little at him and says, "To Portland sir, it's in Oregon, but I do not have any real money that I can give you for gas or anything; I just have enough to grab a bit to eat here and there, (hints) Why I've been walking."

"Well you are in luck young lady because you are not dead and, I'm heading to Oregon as well but I'm going to Milwaukee, Although Portland is not that far off my way to my final destination. So I believe I can give you a ride to where you need to be."

"I really thank you sir, I don't know what I would of done if you didn't stop," she said in her soft girly voice.

He smiles at her, "I'm sure you would of done it for me, if tides were reversed. Don't take this the wrong way, but do you have any other clothes in that backpack of yours," he asks, "you seemed to be soaked to the bone."

She looks down at her dripping wet self and starts to get teary eyed, "I'm so sorry sir, for getting your seat wet but I don't have anything that is not already wet."

"Its OK, I'm not worried about the seat I just don't want a young thing like you to get sick, so if you want I got a few clothes, however they are not in your style, but they are dry," he says with a halfwit smile as he glances into the back of the van.

Without saying another word she climbs into the back of the van and starts stripping off her blouse. At that point, he adjusted the mirror so he could watch her change. When she turns around and asked "I don't mean to be a bother sir, but which duffel bag are they in. I don't want to dig though all your stuff."

He turns and points out which bag and gets to see her in nothing but her little, pink, cotton panties that were dripping water down the inner of her thighs as she is bending over his bags. He smiled at her and said, "The little blue one you see the one in the back."

At that she turns her head back to look at him, never losing the pose and blows him a kiss as a thank you. Turning her head away from him. hiding her secret smile she removed her panties. Grabbed the first t-shirt that she could find and threw it over her head pulling it down over her beautiful little breasts.

After answering her. he turned away so she wouldn't think he was some kind of weirdo. Watching in the mirror, saw her take it back off and fold it neatly and puts it back in his bag.

She climbs back up to the front seat not wearing a thing.

"What are you doing," he asks while looking her up and down?

"Well all of your clothes are to big for me and I need to let mine dry, so like you said, I won't get sick," she says looking down, "so what other choice do I really have?" After a few seconds have passed, she continues, "plus, the least I could do is give you a decent view while you drive ... or am I not pretty enough for you ... to want to look at?"

"Don't get me wrong, you are a very beautiful young woman and you are very pleasant to look at, but how old are you?"

"I knew it, I'm to old for you and everyone else for that matter, I will get my clothes back on if you wish it."

"What do you mean 'to old, '" he asked shocked, thinking to himself, that this girl hasn't even hit her prime years.