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"I won't turn you in." she vowed. Could he believe her? He thought a long time before he declared, "I'll trust you." "What about the others?", she asked. "Do what you want. I only just met them when they picked me up hitchhiking. What a bunch of assholes." (Ah, that explained a lot.) "Do you want to spend the next three years in court?" Good question. In the dark they walked for miles down the twisting road as other roads joined it and it widened finally joining a highway. He left her in a roadside diner and went out to beg a ride from a trucker.
She refused to talk to the police, aborted the baby they had left in her, and she never, ever had sex again. SPRING BREAK by allene Trish, Buffy and I decided to drive to Florida for Spring Break. Trish’s dad was an old car buff and had restored a 1970 Cadillac convertible for her. It was huge and the three of us could sit in the front seat easily. We decided it would be fun to tease the truckers on the way down who could easily see into the open car so we wore our tiniest micro-skirts and T-shirts cut off just below the VASSAR logo so we could flash our boobs. We thought that would be good practice for the wet t-shirt contests we planned to enter.