The Drive Away

There was just enough moonlight that I could make my way out to where the county road met the big road that led away from our community. I’ve heard from my girlfriend Lynn, that people who drove the big road were a friendly bunch who would give a person all the help they could afford. Too bad she never said what they accept as payment for their help.

I was about one hour away from home when a pair of lights came over me from behind. I did what Lynn said to do, move off the shoulder and hold out a thumb while standing looking onto the road. At first the car went past me but slowed to the shoulder about fifty yards ahead of me. Then a hand came out of the driver’s side window along with a deep voice.

“Where are you off to honey?” The overhead light came on as I walked up closer to the open window.

“I need to get away from here, sir!” Then as if just saying that broke the dam of bad times for me, I told the driver who was roving his eyes all over me from head to toe.

“Well missy I’m heading into Charlotte’s Gate!” Then he licked his lips and continued “You’re more than welcome to come with me!”

I swear maybe it was from how my cousins introduced me to sex but I swear that the driver emphasized the word come more than any other he said. You would think after what the so-called men in our community did to me, I would know not to trust any male ever again!
But like a fool, I rode all the way to Charlotte’s Gate listening to what he was saying to me. He told me his name was Randy. A travelling salesman dealing with packing supplies. Supposedly he was divorced, his wife Andrea left him for failure to be there when she needed him the most.

All the time he was talking I failed to notice how his right hand was creeping up my left leg.
Something else I didn’t notice was when Randy got a knife out and brandished it towards me.

We just were about a mile from entering the city limits of Charlotte’s Gate when Randy turned into a grove of trees covered with moss, the only light coming from the overhead ceiling light.

He pulled the car around into the shadow caused by the coming together of tall trees. He stopped the car and that was when he pinned me in the passenger seat with a combination of his weight and the knife.

“So girlie, in my opinion you owe me over a hundred dollars for bringing you here, so it’s time to pay up, so it’s either bucks or fucks, what’s it going to be?”