Worth the Wait

Every since I could remember I have had troubling thought. Seems like I have always just been waiting on the right opportunities to act on them.
Oh I’ve had a few but the thought of getting caught always kept me from acting on them. But working out of state and traveling like I do. The thoughts, the looking for the right time it is always there.

One night I was driving along the interstate. Just listening to the radio waiting for my upcoming exit to arrive. I see a young woman walking on the side of the road. I almost had to pinch myself. Thinking this can’t be happening. This is something straight out of a movie. I’ve been traveling these roads 10 years now. This can’t be right.
Nevertheless I wasn’t going to let this opportunities pass by. I pull over a good bit ahead of her. Needing the time to reach back in my travel bag to make sure my supplies are ready and easy to get to.
As she approaches the passenger door I roll down the window and turn on the interior lights. I ask if she needs any assistance. Trying not to sound to hurried to get her in the truck. Even though my heart feels like it is going to jump from my chest. I feel an aching in my loins begging her to get in the truck.
She looks in the truck timidly. I guess making sure there was no weapons or anything that could hurt her.
“I need a ride if it isn’t to much trouble.” She quietly squeaked out.
“Ma’am I’m heading to drop something off and then heading west if that helps at all” trying to remain calm and collective. Like I could care less if she gets in or not.
Then I hear it. The door opening up. I thought I was going to lose it right there. She couldn’t have been no older than 18. I hold it together as she climbs in the truck. She takes one last look around before closing the door.
“Buckle up” I tell her as I start to drive off.
Now like I have said. I have been traveling these roads for 10 years now. I have always been on the look out for any back road, side street, or pull off that might come in handy someday. I must admit. I just about know them all.
Driving along I start making small talk. Talking about my family to put her at ease. She tells me she is 19 and on her way out west to see her father.
“Why didn’t he pick you up.” I ask.
“Oh he don’t know I’m coming. I haven’t seen him in years.” She tells me. But I could tell there was another story there that she was leaving out.
I didn’t pry I just kept driving. I came up on my exit and got off the interstate. Pulling over to the side of the road. I turn on the interior light.
“I just have to grab these papers so I can drop them off up here and then we will be on our way” I tell her.