SilverWinterThorne

All day and night she had been trying to hitch a lift, yet to no avail. No car slowed down nor pulled over. Why would you pull over and pick up a stranger anyway? Especially one docked out in scruffy old clothing with enough holes to make it like swiss cheese. The black leather jacket lacked sleeves from just above the elbow down and ended mere inches below the bust. The top under it almost showed cleavage and definitely showed enough muscled stomach, the fabric black coloured too, as were the torn leggings which only had holes and slashes in. The boots though were in perfect condition, platformed, leather and full of metal buckles. She looke