25″Near the Sandy Shores sign, Selina shivered lightly as the cold breeze swept past her as she stood on the side of the road, sticking her thumb out, praying for a car to stop. She was beginning to give up when a muscular man with a mustache, pulled up in a black Bodhi. “Need a ride, sweetie?” Trevor growled seductively, as his eyes roamed every inch of her curvy body.
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