a hitchhiking story

Ok, spoiler, it's short and has a happy ending.
She was young, very young. Just 17 going on almost 18 with waist long hair behind her healthy teenaged curves.  She had a dancer's body but a bicyclist's ass and legs and not even her baggy clothes could hide her form.  She stood there with her thumb out on the highway, pointing westerly, a bag over her shoulder, dirty face suggesting many days on the road.  
"This is interesting," thought the driver of the pickup truck. He had two buddies in the front and three hitchers in the back so he slowed down and they made room for her in front.  
They picked up another hitcher, but piled out of the truck and stood talking while all the hikers waited.  Five men in the back, and the girl up front.  Returning, they address the group, and the girl in turn, explaining they've decided they're just too tired to keep going today. They're going to drop everyone back off one at a time in reverse order and then go get a hotel room for the night. Sorry....
Off they drove, and they stopped to let the first one out. The girl didn't like the situation at all, it wasn't right. She declared that she wanted to ride in the back and popped out and got in the back. There, while they drove to the next stop, she befriended the kindest looking boy in the group, who didn't speak much english. But together they managed and she explained that she felt the need for a male chaperone and she could handle language for him.  He was flattered to be trusted by a pretty girl and they got out at the next stop to the ire of the driver and his friends.  They had a look on their face like a dog who's been told he can't have some. 
Well the girl and the boy, blonds and cute, stuck out their thumbs and were picked up by....
by a frenchman going all the way to BC. 
She got out on the prairies, hoping there might be work.
They didn't continue as friends, sadly, and she always wondered how the boy made out. 

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