After several cars passed her by - or even worse honked at her! - eventually a Volkswagen van pulled over.
"Hey man," the driver rolled down the passenger window with a crank handle, "love the getup! Come on in!"
Rachel was suspicious, but, tired of waiting out so long and having literally nothing on her, found no reason not to open the door and sit on the frayed-out cloth bench seat that felt like the world's slipperiest couch. It was then that she noticed that there were no seatbelts, so she just had to grab onto the handle on the A pillar with her right hand and press her left into her crotch couched by her legs clamped shut.
"Can you take me home?" Rachel asked the driver, who was wearing round green-tinted sunglasses and a peace bandanna.
"Where do you live?" the driver asked her.
"In Crestwood Hills," she replied.
"Sorry dude, no can do," the driver sighed, "I'm already running late enough as it is."
"Well can I get out, then?" Rachel pleaded as she noticed that there was no handle on the door from the inside.
"Don't sweat it, man," the driver ignored her, "you're dressed perfectly for the Dead concert! Most guys don't wear shirts, and you don't have pants, either!"
"Isn't Jerry dead?" Rachel asked the driver, ignoring the comment implying her masculinity for now.
"It's Dead and Friends, man," the driver continued, "but there's plenty of vats of acid to help you not know the difference."
The conversation came into a lull. Soon the driver rounded a corner and Rachel slid down the bench seat until her nude form butted up against the driver's fully clothed body.
"Sorry," she scootched herself back away.
"Hey man," the driver chuckled, "I don't judge! Swing how you wanna swing!"
Rachel blushed as the drive continued. After around half an hour of silence, Rachel piped up with a "how far is this place?"
"It's in Sacrosito Park!"
Rachel's heart fell. That was well in the outskirts of the suburbs! That was at least an hour or so from where she was now, and at least two hours away from her home! And that was even before the traffic!
After a grueling wait, the van pulled up in an impromptu grass parking lot, and the driver got out, walked around, and let Rachel out. She jumped out, covering herself with both hands, as she followed the driver to a group of friends.
"Hey, hope I'm not too late for the acid!" the driver chuckled with everyone else, including Rachel nervously.
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