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Cindy slumped against the door, feeling his meat shrinking inside her hole. She smiled ecstatically. Her pussy felt so numb and well-fucked. She wanted to just rest there awhile, enjoying that hot, tingling sensation in her wet little twat, but suddenly Mike was throwing her clothes at her, pushing her out the door.

"Get out, cunt," he said, grinning cruelly. "I got what I wanted. I don't need you any more."





CHAPTER FOUR




Cindy sat in the dirt, fighting back tears of anger and humiliation. Mike had used her and discarded her as if she were a thing, not a person. She was almost beginning to hate men. Worse than that, he'd left her on a lonely country road in a strange place, with night coming on. Cindy was frightened.

Well, she was damned if she was going to cry over a creep like him. She got up and dressed in her wrinkled dusty clothes and used her pocket comb to fix her hair as best she could without a mirror. There was only one thing to do – catch another ride as soon as she could, and hope to hell it wasn't with another bastard like Mike.

Cindy walked the short distance to the highway and looked around. The sun was getting ready to set, and there wasn't a car in sight. She didn't know how far it was to the big city, Indianapolis, but she started walking. She figured the closer she got to the city, the better chance she had of finding a ride.

She'd been walking maybe half an hour, sticking out her thumb at carloads of middle-class families who gawked at her like she was a freak and passed her up. She heard another car coming up in the distance, and she turned and saw a red VW bug. Without much hope, she stuck out her thumb.

The little beetle wobbled to a stop right behind her, and a good-looking young man stuck his head out. There was another guy beside him, and they both looked clean-cut and pleasant. "Where you headed?" the driver called.

"California," Cindy said, approaching him timidly, "but I'd be glad to get a ride even to the next town."

He conferred briefly with his buddy in a low tone that Cindy couldn't hear, then leaned out the window again. "We can do better than that," he said. "We're going all the way to St. Louis."

Cindy remembered that Mike had started out friendly and innocent, too, and she knew the same thing could happen again. What choice did she have, though? She couldn't, wouldn't, go back to Pop, and the only other family she had was her mother.

"Great," she said, forcing a smile to her face.

"Good thing you don't have any gear," said the driver. "We're packed to the rafters already."

He let Cindy squeeze behind him into the back seat, where she had to shove aside a few pieces of luggage, a laundry bag, and a pile of books. She was glad she didn't have a fat butt. The two guys looked around to see if she'd found room, and Cindy studied them carefully. They both seemed to be in their early twenties, healthy and handsome, modishly dressed.

"My name's Tom," said the driver. He had hair more blond than Cindy's, a nice tan and dazzlingly white teeth. "This is my friend Peter."

"Call me Pete if you want," said the other passenger. He had very dark hair which, like Tom's, just reached his shoulders and was carefully styled. He also had a thick mustache which Cindy rather liked. Both the guys were good-looking and' personable, and the adolescent female in Cindy responded with butterflies in the stomach. Part of her felt old and battered and cynical, but another part was still able to swoon over guys.

"Hi," she said, grinning. "I'm Cindy. Thanks for picking me up."

"Our pleasure," said Tom. "We better get going now if we want to reach St. Louis tonight."

It was a fast trip. Tom took the careening bug as fast as he could down the freeway, slowing only for speed traps and police cruisers. Cindy learned from their conversation that they were college students returning to school in St. Louis after their spring vacation. While Tom drove hell-for-leather to Missouri, Pete was kind enough to answer Cindy's bashful questions about geography and the distance she had yet to travel. He showed her a road map and explained that from St. Louis it was a straight shot west to California, which she could probably make in two or three days. Cindy began to feel a lot less frightened about her journey.

It was very late at night when they finally reached St. Louis, and it was cold and raining like no rain Cindy had ever seen.

"Good ole St. Louie," said Tom. "What a shitty night."

"I sure don't feel like fighting the traffic all the way to the college," said Pete. "Why don't we get a motel and go on out there in the morning?"

"Right on," said Tom. He looked at Cindy in the rear-view mirror. "What about you, Cindy?" he said. "I doubt you could find a place this late at night. We could put you up."