' He gestured to his 'jumped-into-a-swimming-pool-fully-clothed' appearance. The man smiled and Max could feel his face going red. The window rolled down with a faint purr and a middle-aged man leaned across from the driver seat. If there was a law of hitchhiking, it was that cars like that never stopped for people like him. Max contemplated swearing at them.Ī sleek black BMW slowed to a stop in front of him. What Mom had told him about the north of England being friendlier than the South was clearly a lie or maybe it just didn't apply to skinny blond American hitchhikers who were stupid enough not to pack for British weather. There hadn't been any nice people for forever. With nothing even vaguely waterproof not even his bag, unfortunately.
It was pitch black, fucking freezing and it had just started raining really, really hard. A massive thank you to the people in the Feedback forum for helping me fix a couple of things in this. A repost to fix the lack of a condom that many people pointed out to me.
