I stopped my car next to her on the highway and waved her over, rolling down the window in my old red truck. She was still facing away from me walking with her arms crossed. "Hey honey, hop in!" I called.

She turned and my heart stopped. Her hair was golden and straight but unkempt. Her face was flawless and her complection was pale, but sad and soo innocent it was heartbreaking. She was amazing. Then i took in the whole picture.

She was maybe 19 years old, blonde, with a ballerinas body. Her legs were tone and incredible. She was wearing what apearred to be a blindingly white straight jacket, and matching white panties.. and nothing else. She smiled at me shyly, and chewed on her lip. "Thanks mister" she cooed in her sweet and innocent little voice.

She came skipping over to the truck and then just stared at the door with a puzzled expression on her face. Duh, she had no hands to open it with. I hopped out and trotted around the passenger side and held the door for her. She hopped right up smiling like a kid on christmas morning.

I climbed back up myself into the drivers seat.

"I dont have any money mister" she said "maybe we can WORK something out" she said mischeviously with a wink. Then she smiled a huge smile. I mean a really creepy giant funhouse smile.

What was i going to do with this girl. My head said i should take her straight to the police. My cock thought i should bring her to my house. Or maybe i should drive around and try to get some more information out of her.