The semi truck slows to a stop next to you on the dark, desolate high way. There's a pause, with only the low rumble of the idling truck filling the night. Light floods the road when the tinted window lowers. Mary-Anne looks down on you, a concerned but friendly look on her face. Her large breasts, each the size of a watermelon, are spilling out of the thin black bra and swaying with every movement.

"Whatcha doin' all the way out here?" She asks, her thick southern twang only adding to her beauty.