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The lovely young blonde crossed one long slender leg gracefully over the other, and smiled dazzlingly at Doug.
“Thank you so much for picking me up!” she breathed. “I’ve had absolutely no luck at all this morning–that is, until you stopped for me, Mr. …?”
“Fletcher, Doug Fletcher,” Doug supplied, darting another look at the appealing young hitchhiker. He had been so surprised to see her, waiting at the entrance to the expressway, that he had impulsively stopped for her. Now he was glad he had–at least the journey to work wouldn’t be as boring as it usually was.
“I’m Selma Blake,” the blonde went on, as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Doug refused her offer of one, and she lit her own, pulling deeply on it. He couldn’t resist stealing another glance at her–he was certainly attractive, and the short skirt she was wearing revealed the smooth sweep of her curvaceous thighs. Her long blonde hair swung back freely over her shoulders and she had a youthful carefree look which suddenly made him feel old and careworn.
“Do you always hitchhike to work … If that’s where you’re going …” Doug inquired, fighting his desire to forget all about the heavy rush-hour traffic and concentrate solely on his beautiful passenger.
“Oh, sometimes,” Selma replied enigmatically, and smiled at him again, her full ripe lips curving upward tantalizingly.
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