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Ray doesn't get enough love.

I sat in the corner of the cheap diner and watched him as I ate my dinner. He was an older gentleman with a nose too big for him to be considered handsome by any conventional standards. The mullet and his tattered blue flannel jacket didn't help him. He caught me staring and, surprisingly, gave me a smile. I looked away quickly, my cheeks burning ever so slightly.

I focused my attention on eating my burger and fries and didn't look his way again. The man probably thought that I was a prostitute and realizing that made my cheeks burn again. I heard a laugh come from his general direction, but I ignored it. For some strange reason, I wanted that older man to make love with me. He looked like he drank too much alcohol and smelled of piss, but not even those thoughts deterred my desires. To avoid something rash, I abandoned my food and almost ran to the counter to pay for it.

As soon as I walked outside, I knew that something was wrong and, upon further investigation, I found that my car was missing; most likely it had been stolen.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

"Is there something wrong?" a slightly raspy voice asked.

I turned around and found myself face to face with the older gentleman. The smell of alcohol was on his breath and he smelled faintly of piss. My assumptions had been correct. "If you must know, my car has been stolen, giving me no way to get to Dartmouth."

"Dartmouth?"

"Yeah."

"I just so happen to be going there, young lady," he said with a smile. "I'll give you a ride."

"I… don't know."

"Aw, c'mon, honey," he said. "I'm a nice guy and it's only a couple hour ride."

"I don't have any money to pay you," I told him. "All of my money, except a trivial amount, was left in my car."

"That's alright," he replied. "You can come back to my truck ad we can work out some form of payment, if you know what I mean."

Oh, I knew exactly what he meant. "You want to do it in your truck?"

"That's the way of the road, honey." He held out his hand, waiting for me to grab it. "That's the way of the road."

I let him take my hand and I followed him to his truck.

This was kinda shitty, but my other Trailer Park Boys stories and one shots will be better. I promise.