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I had to go all the way into town so I could pay some bills. The electric company said that the bill had to be paid today or they would shut it off. You know what? The water company said the same damn thing. Are these guys involved in some way? I don't know, but it sounds like they are some how.

I can't send the money in the mail, because it won't get there fast enough. It has to be there today. I called all of my friends, but I can't get a ride into town. I have to fucking walk ten miles to town. I can't afford a taxi cab and the city bus doesn't come out this far.

The only thing I could do is walk. I don't want to sit around the house with no water or electric. That wouldn't be much of a life. Believe me, if there was a choice, I would have choose anything than walk for ten miles.

I walked down the road as cars went right passed me. Some of them almost hit me. I think one of the cars that hit me was driven by someone that was drunk. The car kept weaving and went over the white line several times. It scared me so bad, I stopped and cried. I'm not joking one bit, I stopped and cried. That guy scared me!

Just my fucking luck, it started to rain. Not just a light rain or a sprinkle, it was a full down pour. My clothes were fucking wet and I was so pissed off. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't even half way there.

"You need a ride?" I heard a voice ask.

There was a man in a car that was stopped on the other side of the road. It was raining so hard, but yet I was kind of afraid. It is never a good idea to ride with strangers. You never know what they may do to you.

"Where are you going?" I asked the man.

"I'm going where ever you are." The man said back.

"Okay, I'll take a ride." I blurted out.

I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want to walk in the rain anymore. I also didn't think I could make it into town. I needed to pay these bills.

"It sure is raining pretty hard out there." The man said.

"Yes it is." I replied as I shut the car door.

I had never seen a car like this. Then I realized it was a it was a Porsche. I could feel the powerful engine as he sped off. I couldn't believe I was in this expensive car.

"Where are you going to?" He asked.

"I am going into town. I need to pay some bills." I said, while looking around in his fancy car.

"My name is Phil." He said reaching out his hand.

"My name is Samantha." I said while shaking his hand.

"Samantha, that is such a beautiful name." Phil said while looking at me.

I know when a guy is hitting on me. This guy was the perfect example of a middle aged man, who is trying to make themselves feel young. He has the expensive car, the dyed blonde hair, the clothes younger people wear. In some ways he was cute, but in a strange way. Sometimes older men are attractive, because you know they are experienced. Some of these older guys can eat pussy like pros. But, that is another story for a later date.

"I can see your tits through your white shirt." Phil said while looking at my chest.

This made me feel kind of uncomfortable. It seemed like something someone would say right before they raped and murdered you. But, then it dawned on me. There was no way he could kill me and get away with it, because people would recognize this car. For some odd reason, that made me feel comfortable.

"Well, that is what happens when you are walking in the rain." I told Phil.

"Your tits are so perky. Your nipples are so hard." Phil said while staring even more intensely at my chest.

"When a woman get's cold, her nipples get hard." I explained.

"Believe me, I know a lot about nipples." He said while laughing.

"How old are you?" Phil asked.

"I just turned 21 a week ago." I said.

"Guess how old I am?" He asked. I didn't want to be mean to him. I knew that he was trying to act like he was younger than he really was. But, I also wanted him to know that I knew it was all an act.

"I'll guess you are 58." I said back to him.

"Whoa...." He paused.

"I'm only 53." He said laughing.

"Most people tell me I look 33." He said while looking at himself in the rear view mirror.

I didn't know what to tell him. Those people were just being nice to him. He didn't look 33, no more than I look like a 100 year old woman.

"I can tell you are experienced." I chuckled.

"What does that mean?" Phil asked.

"It means, I can tell you are sexually experienced." I said back to him.

"How can you tell that?" He asked.

I could tell, because he picked me up. I could tell by the way he was acting. A man can't hide such things.

"Because of how you act. How you look at my body." I said.

"You do have a nice body." He said back.

"Thanks." I said.

As we pulled into the city, I felt like I had to offer him some money. I knew he didn't need it, but it was the right thing to do.

"Can I give you some money for gas?" I asked.

"Why would you do that?" He asked back.

"Because you drove me into town." I said.

"You don't owe me anything." I said as he laughed.

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