Stolen Pleasures
The sun had nearly set. A warm spring Friday in northern Indiana was coming to an end. As Chris slowly drove home, his thoughts drifted back to the girl he had briefly spoken to. A girl who had called him names when he had only offered his help. She didn't even know him, and she had been extremely rude. She shouldn't have been so bitchy. It had been a little over a half an hour since their encounter, and she was still eating at his mind. Karen had been on the road for several hours by the...