The Hitchiker

It had been a long day of driving when I saw someone standing by the side of the road with their arm extended and their thumb up. I usually don’t stop for hitchhikers because you just never know who you’d be inviting into your car. But as I got closer, I could see the hitchhiker was a girl, so I figured why not? She’s just a girl, how risky could it be? I decided to give it a go.

I slowed down and rolled to a stop just ahead of her. She was quite an attractive girl, maybe about 18 or 19. She pulled opened the car door, climbed in, and said, “Thanks for the lift.”

“No problem,” I said, smiling at her. “Where are you headed?” I asked as I pulled back out onto the road.

“Wherever you’re going,” she said. She didn’t look at me. Her eyes were looking ahead.

“I’m heading to Provo,” I said. “I teach at the university there.”

“Cool,” she said.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

Here and there,” she said. Then silence.

We drove for about 30 minutes without conversation. I looked at my watch and it was almost 6:00. “There’s a diner and a gas station about a mile ahead,” I said. “We can stop, I’ll fill up my tank, and we can grab some dinner. Sound good?”

“Cool,” she said.

We were back on the road at around 7:30. When I usually make this trip I stop at a motel at around 9:30 or 10 for the night. I asked her if she wanted to spend the night. I offered to get her a separate room.

“Cool,” she said.

I pulled into the motel parking lot and told her to stay in the car while I checked in and got the rooms. When I got back to the car I lied. I told her that there was only one room left and asked her if she’d mine sharing. “It has two double beds,” I added.

“Cool,” she said.

When we got to the room, I went to the bathroom to wash up. Then she used the bathroom while I changed into my pajamas. She came out wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and panties. I got into my bed and slipped under the covers. She walked over and stood next to my bed and stared down at me. I looked up at her and said, “Do you want to share my bed with me?”

“Cool,” she said.

She crawled into the bed and was all over me. It was the most fabulous night of my life. We were at it into the wee hours and I was satiated and exhausted when we finally went to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I was alone. I got out of bed, looked around, but there was no sign of her. There was also no sign of my wallet, my watch, my wedding band, my overnight bag, and my car keys. I ran to the window, looked out, and saw that my car was gone. Shit!

I saw a piece of paper on the night table between the beds. Written on it was, “Thanks for the ride, thanks for the dinner, thanks for the sex.”

“Not cool,” I said.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Opposing Forces, where the words are stop and go and here and there.

10 thoughts on “The Hitchiker

  1. Nope, Not Pam July 3, 2022 / 3:50 am

    I’m going to say it, he got what he deserved.

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  2. Astrid July 3, 2022 / 6:00 am

    Cruel as it may be to your protagonist, but I laughed at the end of this story. I saw it coming, but that’s why it was funny.

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