Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
Samantha Wheeler sighed. She stood by the roadside, wondering why no one wanted to pick her up and give her a ride. She was heading from the west coast to the east coast, a sign in front of her that said 'Miami, Florida' to help them understand just where she was headed. Even the trucks pulled past this beautiful, young girl. She knew most of them had dirty minds, but the fact that none had stopped was bewildering her.
She wasn't that tall, but she had long, wavy, auburn hair, going to the middle of her back, on her upper body, she had a light, white tank top, the summer heat making it impossible to wear more, a shoulderbag with some spare clothes and some money, and a pair of very short jeans shorts on her legs, along with a pair of panties underneath, and a pair of sneakers on her feet, hoping someone soon would stop and help her along her way soon enough.
She wasn't that tall, but she had long, wavy, auburn hair, going to the middle of her back, on her upper body, she had a light, white tank top, the summer heat making it impossible to wear more, a shoulderbag with some spare clothes and some money, and a pair of very short jeans shorts on her legs, along with a pair of panties underneath, and a pair of sneakers on her feet, hoping someone soon would stop and help her along her way soon enough.