Pump and Hump
Katie was returning her friend’s red Pontiac Sunfire convertible who lived in the town over. It was a hot, clear summer evening, and the sun was nearly setting as Katie traveled down the dark rural highway. Her silky-smooth, shoulder length brown hair waved in the cooling breeze. She had just turned seventeen, and she was enjoying every moment of her freedom as a fully licensed driver. As she approached a small town, she remembered her friend had wanted her to top up the gas tank with a twenty. Sure enough, she spotted a gas station, so she pulled in. She stopped next to a self serve pump and got out of the car. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a pink halter top that was V-shaped and tied up around the back. …