[Flavoured]

The ride to nowhere

Well... my baby is in the workshop after a bad man slapped her on the side.. my poor baby...but it reminded me of a short encounter i had about year ago.

i was driving home after work, 5.30 or so i recon, it was cats and dogs and traffic was slow. i was griving by some housing estates and i saw this girl walking in the rain. she was wearing a big oversized T shirt and hot pants. She was drenched, it was pouring and she was walking unsheltered hugging her books.

she looked young, sec sch or so i gussed, but she had a sad look on her face.. well any woman walking in a rain alone and unsheltered to me looks sad anyways.

i winded down my windows and yelled "Hey! you alright?"

no reply from the girl.

"HEY! Miss!" i competed with the insane volume of the falling rain.

She turned and looked and stopped walking. i turned on my hazzard lights and stopped my vehicle causing a slight jam behind.

"you alright?" i yelled

"hmm!?..uh.. ya!" she yelled back almost inaudiable

"hop in! you'll die of a cold if you stay out there!" i screamed

she shaked her head

"i'll give you a lift!" now i was panting from all the shouting

she walked closer to my car and i had a clear view of her. her white T was soaked and you could see her skin from the drenched material.

"its ok, i'll just walk back. its not very far." she replied to my previous sentence.

"my dear girl, i am not going to do anything to you... just open the car door and hop...*HONNNNK*" the car behind was stuck and his horn couldnt have come at a better time. (anyways it was his fault, he tailgated me)

she was pressured and just went with the flow and hopped in. i turned off the air con and searched for my demin jacket at my back seat. She was shivering slightly, goosebumps were all over her thighs... she had slim, fair thighs and she had well tone calfs, she had model legs.

well my dirty thoughts aside, i covered her with my jacket and asked "where do you stay?"

"well... i am not going home..." she spoken softly.

"ok..... so where are you going?" i asked

"i dont know..." she replied

"lets go for a short drive." i recommanded and moved off.

Well at first i wasnt sure, but she was tearing alittle. maybe thats why she was walking in the rain, to conceal her tears. to me, i treat younger girls like my daugther (although i am only in my early twenties) i rested my hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

"you ok?" i asked

her head lowered and sunk inbetween her shoulders.

i rubbed the back of her head and neck. "just breathe slowly and relax." i coaxed

she nodded. she was gona break... i could feel it. i had to stop it from happening... i hate women crying...

"i read this in a mag once, it cures depression, insterested?" i smiled

"umm?" she let out a sound

"ok, put your hands above your head" i ordered

"why?" she asked

"it works, try it" i replied.

"i dont want to.." her voice grew weak.

"ok.. do this" i raised my hands above my head and my car drove out of lane abit.

"CAR!" she yelled

i yanked the steering and pulled my car back into lane.

"ok you try" panting from all the excitment

her arms rose into the air. "like this?" she asked

"ya.." i giggled

"i dont feel anything" she pouted

"you sure?" still giggling like an arsehole

"HEY!" she slapped my arm "stop laughing" she pouted again

"i told you it works" i teased.

She smiled and pinched me.

"Ouch! you barely know me and you abusing me already...imagine what you'll do to me when i do eventually know you." sarcasticly i teased.

"i dont care! you were mean to me!" she continued beating me.

"i hate you! i hate you! I HATE U!" she screamed and bit me in the arm

she was like an injured animal, frightened, shivering. tears rolled and drenched my sleeve as she bit me. she need an outlet and i gave her one.
well a man can only take that much pain while driving. i turned on my hazzard light again and stopped by the side of the road .

I ruffled her hair and caught her tears with my finger tips and kept quiet.
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ok, just to make it clear, before anyone accuses me of cradle snatching, she was 18, J2.