The Ride
Picking up a dirty hitch-hiker changes my life...
If you were ever looking for the perfect example of a wimp, that would be me. I am the guy who cannot say boo to a mouse. Standing five-foot-seven inches, I weigh around one hundred and thirty pounds. I am not butt-ugly, but rather wispy looking. I live on a small-holding on my own, and yes, I am an accountant. At twenty-three years old, I have never had a relationship with anyone. My right hand, a modest collection of er...