trying to sleep. The knapsack was uncomfortable on my shoulders, and I flipped it into the back seat.
The man turned towards me. Despite the cool air from the air-conditioner, tiny beads of sweat decorated his bald head. He stared at me through the green barrier of his sunglasses. 'What did you do that for?' he asked.
I thought he was talking about the knapsack, and I turned around to retrieve it. 'No,' he said, 'not that. Back there. On the road.' 'What do you mean?'
'What did you go and give me the finger for?' He sounded hurt. 'What did you tell me to go fuck myself for?'
I thought for a moment. 'I'm sorry. I thought you were trying to be funny.'
He turned to me in deadly seriousness. 'You know you can get in trouble picking up hikers, The police. Then some of them work in teams. The dame out front and her boyfriend back in the bushes. They conk you over the head, steal your money and your car. I had to make sure, you know. You got to protect yourself.'
He reminded me of a gangster from a 1930's movie. 'I'm sorry. Thanks for stopping, though.' He nodded gravely. 'It's okay.'
We drove on for another couple of minutes in silence. Again he broke into it. 'You hungry?'
I shook my head. My knapsack was filled with sandwiches and fruit, and I had eaten a full breakfast before I left Zach's tent. The fact that I hadn't spent any money for the past two or three days hadn't hampered anything. Here I was-well fed, well clothed, and in the state of Virginia. All without having spent a dime. 'No, thank you,' I answered politely.
'I was gonna stop a little later on. You know, to get some lunch. You want to eat anyhow?'
I was beinning to suspect that he wanted to stop to eat, and was afraid of leaving me alone in the car. He wanted me where he could see me. 'Okay,' I agreed. 'But I don't have any money.'
He smiled and relaxed. 'No problem. I got plenty of dough. My treat.' 'Thanks. Thanks a lot, Mr.-'
'Ralph,' he said. He began to whistle. 'Just call me Ralph.' 'Thanks, Ralph. My name is Sally.'
'That's a pretty name. I knew a girl named Sally once. When I was younger. Only she had black hair. Long black hair, down past her shoulders. A real knockout.'
He began to whistle again, out of tune to the music from the tape-deck, I closed my eyes around the silence, and tried to sleep.
'Where you going to, Sally?' Ralph asked. He stopped whistling just long enough to talk. Then he began to whistle again.
I shrugged my shoulders. 'I don't know. Nowhere special, I guess. Where are you going?'
'CaL-la-fom-ya' he said, breaking the word down into its syllables. He whistled a few bars of 'California, Here I Come.' Then he looked at me and smiled. 'Los Angeles, California. You ever been there?' I shook my head, 'No, never.'
'You want to go along for the ride?' he asked. He stared at the gray-topped road, zipping along at more than seventy-five miles an hour. Cars swept past us as though they were standing still.
I shrugged my shoulders. 'I don't know. It's a long trip. You sure you want me along that far?'
He pushed the button on the tape machine, changing the selection. He did this twice, apparently looking for something in particular. To me, though it all sounded the same. Like Montovani.
'Why not?' he asked. 'I gotta go there. I might as well have company. Besides it won't take long. A couple of days.'
'But I don't have any money for food or motels. And I can't drive.'
'Did I ask you to drive?' he asked. 'And as for money, I already told you-I got plenty of dough. Besides, stuff like that we can always… work out.'
Work out, I thought, measuring the euphemism. Well, why not? Certainly it couldn't be any worse than what happened to me at the rock festival. What's one more man, one more cock? Besides, there's always California to consider. I've never been there before. I've never been anywhere in fact, outside of Florida on my honeymoon. Free transportation to California and all it costs me is a little putting out for Ralph. Well, why not. I put out for Adam and see what it go me. If it hadn't have been for him, I'd be home now, with Peter living that same dull and monotonous life that I've led up to two days ago. There's no telling where this may lead me, so the smart thing would be to go along with it, ride it out and stop resisting it. Let the waves drop me somewhere. Somewhere new.
'I guess so,' I said finally. 'If you don't mind my company.'
Ralph seemed excited. 'Hell no! I enjoy company. Especially… pretty company.' He began to whistle 'California, Here I Come' again.
About an hour later we stopped at a small diner and had lunch. Ralph ate a meal, but I only had a cheeseburger and coffee. After the meal, I went into the ladies room, locked the door, took all my clothing off, and washed my body in the sink. My thighs were yellow and green with bruises, and my cunt was very tender. I touched it tentatively, shudder-Ing when I realized it would soon be invaded by still another cock. While I put my clothing back on, I wondered how big Ralph's cock was. I wondered if it would hurt very much.
We were back in the car, driving again, when Balph turned to me. 'Sally, what are you going to do once you get to California?'
I hadn't thought that far in advance. I shrugged my shoulders and said: 'I don't know.' 'You gonna get a job?' he asked. 82
'I guess I could try. FI1 need money and a place to live.' I wondered what he was leading up to.
'Well, you know, I got a friend in L.A., by the name of Herb Button. A very good friend of mine. He's got this special kind of business, and he's always looking for pretty… liberal-minded young girls to work for him. You get the picture, I'm sure,'
It would have been nearly impossible not to. 'I think I know what you mean.'
'Well, if you want, I can put in a good word with Herb once we get to L.A. You know, tell him what kind of cooperative girl you are.'
Why not I thought? It would at least give me a direction to my wandering. Besides, I already agreed to sleep with Ralph in payment for the trip. How much extra could this favor possibly cost me?
'I guess so,' I answered. 'That would be nice. Of course I'd be willing to work out a sort of payment with you,' I said, using his term.
His eyes lit-up, even behind the sunglasses. 'I was sure you would be cooperative. Herb'll be real pleased to hear about you.' I nodded, non-committally.
I fell asleep for about an hour, and I woke very quietly, not moving and just opening my eyes bare slits. Ralph was sitting closer to me, but still behind the wheel, and he was driving with one hand. The other hand was at his crotch, and he was fondling himself through his green pants. His cock seemed long and thick from the bulged outline, and I felt an involuntary flutter of sexual stirring in my cunt.
I closed my eyes and made believe I was still sleeping, I heard his hand working against his cock, rubbing it up and down. Then my breath sucked in, and I heard the unmistakable grating sound of his zipper opeijjng. I heard another rustle of clothing, and I imagined what was happening. My mind framed an image of his thick blunt cock poking obscenely from the open flap of his zipper.
I wanted to open my eyes, but I was afraid to. Afraid that he would see me and know that I was wide awake. So I sealed my eyes shut and made a soft, purring sound with my breath. But my ears were vividly awake, and I listened with burning excitement to the sound of flesh moving against nr Ked flesh; the sound of a hand moving against a cock.
Then the sound stopped, and I could almost sense that Ralph was leaning towards me. I sucked in my breath in anticipation, and even when he touched me, I had to consciously keep myself from jumping.
I moaned, and made believe I was stirring in my sleep. Ralph's thick meaty hand came down and touched my right breast, softly, gently through the bulging thinness of my shirt. The nipple jumped to immediate life, and he flicked it with his fingernail.
I settled back against the car door, and let him fondle me. It was somehow exciting to allow him to think that he was taking advantage of me. It was a very sexual feeling. I could feel his whole hand pressing against me, softly, gently, afraid to press in too hard for fear that he would awaken me. His fingers lifted my breast into the calloused palm of his hand, and he squeezed into my flesh tenderly. He began to grunt and sigh, and I could hear him rubbing his erection against the base of the steering wheel as he fondled me.
