The Hitch Hikers
I was the typical, horny, eighteen-year-old back in the late sixties. It was a warm Spring Saturday evening in southern Michigan. My girlfriend and I had recently broken up, and I was looking for someone to take her place. Jim, my long time friend, and I had been riding around doing a whole lot of nothing that night, and it was getting late. Jim was spending the night at my place, and we were about to head home. It was then that we spotted them. We were completely surprised to see them...