Free Use 8: Taking the Hitchhiker - Free Use, #8

She was walking along the back-roads in the middle of the night. Her name was Anne, she said. And I'll be damned. It was a dark, stormy night, the winds were biting and whipping and when she gratefully jumped in my truck, she looked like a drowned rat. A drowned rat with piercing, blue eyes, soft, velvety, blonde hair and a smile that lifted my spirits - and other things.