A Mature Hitchhiker. Granny Tales, #19

Some time ago I drove down the highway sixty nine. There I saw her, a woman in her late fifties, standing on the side of the road. She had her thumb high up in the air. She was hitch hiking, to where ever the one that gave her a ride would go to. I took her with her, we talked, we got along with each other and then, then she accidentally discovered my dirty magazines. Things turned into a different direction from that moment on.
It became even hotter inside the cabin on that very hot summer day. And the best of it all, I should run into her again a few days later.