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squatted in a ditch to take my first piss that I realized this wasn’t much of a plan. The next town was almost fifty miles over. I thought I’d walked maybe ten. If I walked at about three miles an hour, it should only take me a day to get there, but I didn’t even have a bottle of water, and what was I going to do when I arrived? None of that mattered when I was jogging away from the only home I’d ever known, in the middle of the night, trying to erase the memory of spitting out maybe fifty loads of semen from a guy that only cared about training me into a fuck doll. I spent most of that time beating myself up and going over and over how worthless I had to be to let that happen to me. I should have told him no the first time, not let him wear me down.
    Oh honey, it’s not that big of a deal. Come on, you won’t sleep with me, just the one time… fucker told me he’d warn me before he popped. The first time I had to fight between rinsing my mouth and trying not to puke, and he smacked my ass and said good girl .
    Standing out there in the middle of nowhere, in utter despair, I realized how much I hated him. So fuck you, Brad.
    You know what the really funny part is? I didn’t even stick out my thumb. You know, like a cartoon? I was just walking down the road when I hear a horn beep and look over my shoulder, and her comes the camper from hell.
    This thing didn’t look like it would make it another five feet. The sides were covered with rust, and it was a model made before Richard Nixon took office, I think. Where it wasn’t speckled with a patina of rust, it was painted in a riot of colors- spray painted some places, painted with a roller in others, with, like, house paint. This thing came rolling up and I danced off the road, down the sloping shoulder as it comes to a stop next to me and the door on the side swings open. Out leans a girl not much older than me, maybe five years at the oldest. She was dressed a lot like me, ripped jeans and a t-shirt, and she had pink hair. The sides of her head were shaved clean, like some kind of ancient Egyptian warrior. She was smoking, and it wasn’t a cigarette. I knew the smell rolling out of the rusty contraption well enough.
    “Hey,” she shouted. “You need a ride?”
    “I’m fine. I’m walking.”
    She took a deep puff and held the cigarette in her hands.
    “Come on, it’s like five hundred fuckin’ miles to the next town. You’re gonna get eat by a coyote or some shit. Get in the van.”
    For all my bravado, I didn’t feel like the bad girl. I shuffled on my feet a little, and then, without saying anything, trudged over and peered inside.
    The camper was pretty big, and it was old. They had a couch, on which two other girls my age sat. One had a completely shaved head, but it didn’t detract from her looks at all . I mean, she was stunning, like model stunning, with olive skin and big, slightly tilted green eyes. The one sitting next to her had long flowing locks, but her hair was sky blue, and she was topless. Her hair covered her big breasts but I don’t think she was doing it on purpose, it was just how it fell across her body. I stared at her chest way too long, watching the subtle way her chest moved when she breathed.
    “Hey,” a voice called, “She coming, or what? We can’t sit here too long. I don’t wanna get pulled over.”
    The driver was another girl. I didn’t get a good look at her.
    The one who’d opened the door motioned me in.
    “Come on, I haven’t got all day,” she said, and took another puff on her joint. “Get in.”
    For some reason I still can’t quite understand, I climbed up those steps and she slammed the door shut. I leaned on the wall as the camper started moving. The driver had black hair in a tight bob, pale skin, and she was wearing only a long shirt that covered her to the knee and was about five sizes too big.
    “Uh, Hi,” I said.
    The pink-haired girl stood next to me, swaying a little with the motion of