Advise against it

"Umm, well ..." Cheryl hesitates, much to the driver's annoyance. "I ... er ..."

"Aw, c'mon sugar. I won't bite. Much." grins the other man. "Hey, you're the one that flagged me down! Do you want a ride or not? There's a gas station not too far away from her. Only about five or so miles that way." The man gesticulates in some
manner, as he begins to ogle your breasts and body.

"No, that's ok. I change my mind." Cheryl answers.

"Fine, suit yourself." The driver rolls up his window and speeds away. Taking care to spin up as much dust at you as possible.