Ms. Chadra gestures for him to get in

"What are you doing here, Matt," Ms. Chadra asks. She gestures for him to take a seat next to her in her Toyota.

"Hi Ms. Chadra. I missed the bus."

"So you're hitchhiking. You know that's dangerous, don't you?"

"Not as dangerous as not going home at all."

She shook her head. "These upper class school districts seem to think that students should all have cars. They provide busses, but don't really treat them as if they're essential."

"I don't mind hitchhiking. It's a way of getting around."

"It's dangerous," she repeated. "Now, tell me where you live."

"If it's out of your way, you can just take me as far as convenient," Matt said. His parents' apartment felt like a million miles from the school.

Sadly, Ms. Chadra fulfilled all of the stereotypes of Asian drivers. She seemed to pay attention to everything but the road and waved her arms around while she should have been holding onto the steering wheel.

Matt found the only way he could keep from squealing like a pig was to focus on Ms. Chadra's face... and her tits, of course. Once he did that, he discovered they could have a pleasant conversation.