"You look tired, sweetie. Go on. Take a little nap" encouraged Ted, as picked something
out of his teeth.
"No, it's alright ..." trailed Cheryl, uncertainly. "I'm really not that tired."
Despite being rather tired, Cheryl tries her best to stay awake in the strange man's
car. She sits up straight, eyes forward, and keeps her legs closed. Although this has
little affect on Ted's constant attempt at making conversation, as well as him oogling
her throughout the ride, she's able to stay awake.
...
"So, you got a boyfriend back home? Seems like something with as fine as legs as
you've got, would have someone back home" drawled Ted.
"Yes, I do actually. It's his birthday today and I'm trying to make it back home in
time for his party" says Cheryl.
"His birthday eh? He's one lucky sunofvabitch. I bet he's going to be tapping some of
that when you get home, eh?" grinned Ted, as he placed one rough hand on Cheryl's
knee.
Before Cheryl can push Ted's hand off her knee, Ted asks her a question:
"So honey, how old are you?" |