Decide to chance the walk home.

"Fuck it." Says the Stacie, and begins trudging her way home.

She is not looking forward to the walk ahead of her. If she wants to stay by the road she will have to take the long route back. But it is getting a little dark to take the shortcut through the wooded park by her house.

She feels the cool breeze of early fall and hears some distant rumbling.

"You gotta be kidding me." Grumbles the girl.

And with that it begins to lightly rain. The kind of rain that promised a heavier drenching to come. Stacie begins to run, chanting "shit, shit, shit, shit" like a mantra. Her white tits bouncing with every step. She doesn't seem to even think about the show she is giving passing motorists. One of whom passes her but quickly hits the brakes and pulls over.

Stacie sees the window roll down as she comes up on the car. She sees a large man with an unkempt beard leaning over the passenger seat staring at her.

"Hey there girl. Do you need a ride?"

Panting, Stacie hears the thunder getting closer and night closing in.