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The Lift
The weather had taken a definite turn for the worse. It looked as if I was going to get a good soaking before I reached the place I planned to camp for the night.Rather boldly I had already dispensed with my trousers and was now walking along in my (very nearly) opaque tights- one of my more sissy pairs, with a design not unlike sequins. I'd reasoned that roads, always quiet round here would be close to deserted in early Autumn. A few cars had passed, leaving me to wonder if the drivers had...