A Van

The car coming down the road slows at it approaches Krissy, even though she isn't signaling them to stop, perhaps questioning the wisdom of flagging down a ride in her situation. The harsh lights of the vehicle shine in her face, forcing her to look at the ground and raise one of her freezing hands to shield her eyes. The vehicle rolls to a stop just a little ways short of where Krissy stands. Sitting there in the dark the vehicle, a van Krissy now sees, wait's with the engine running and the headlights still pointing in her face.

Krissy stands still for a minute, staring at the vehcile but unsure of how to proceed. Lowering her head against both the bitter wind and the harsh light from the vehicle, Krissy crosses her arms in front of her full breasts and heads towards the passenger side door of the van.

Krissy comes along side the van door, but it remains closed. THe cold wind continues to blow against her, and she can practically feel the warmth of the inside of the van waiting. Finally becoming impatient, Krissy knocks nervously against the door's window and quickly returns to hugging herself against the cold.

The window rolls down...