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Vicki
"Damn, Shit!" she yelled, banging her hands on the steering wheel. Car's engine is dead and it was getting dark. She was really in an isolated spot and saw no signs of houses, no lights, nothing but trees on both sides of the road.
"No one's going to come," she muttered, then said, "Come on, Vicki, don't be negative. Think positive thoughts. Someone's going to come - everything's going to be alright."
She had long strawberry blonde hair that fell at least six inches past her shoulders. Every strand of hair was perfectly styled, almost like on a girl you'd see on the cover of a magazine. Her lips were blazing red in stark contrast to her slightly pale skin. Her face and eyes were beautiful. She wore high heels and a tight cut miniskirt. Her white blouse hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts were nothing short of amazing.
She paced back and forth for about ten minutes, getting colder and looking in both directions, hoping a car would appear.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car and got excited. Vicki looked in the direction of the curve in the road. As the sound got closer, she saw the glow of headlights shining on the trees. When she saw the car, she moved closer to the edge of the road and put out her thumb.
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