Trust - Part 1
Libby falls hard for her older neighbor.
The pickup truck cruised alongside me as I walked home from the bus stop. Glancing over at the vehicle, I saw the driver push back the visor of his ballcap. His leer was unmistakable. "Hey, sweetheart, need a ride?" the man called. I looked straight ahead once more and picked up my pace. "Come on, don't be like that!" the truck's passenger hollered. "There's plenty of room in here for the three of us." I swallowed hard, f...
