So this is my first fan fiction and this story is greatly inspired by a French Canadian book by the same name. Also, none of the places or the kind of weird characters in the story are real in Texas. You have been warned. The story takes place in 1990 so cellphones do NOT exist Good times. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Brittany S. Pierce stopped in front of the sandy beach letting the motor of his Westfalia purr. She extended her arm to reach the Texas road map on the passenger's seat.

After a minute, without having looked at the map once, she turned her car key. The magnificent view that she had under her eyes deserved a lot more than a little break. It was probably the most impressive view she had seen so far since she left Montreal.

Between Junior's Last Run, where she refilled her gas tank, and Badernia, the next little town, there was no other name on her map. The Junior's Last Run gas station had even put up a warning to anyone that wanted to go across the desert: "Last 24-hour gas for next sixty miles." Actually, Brittany S. Pierce had read "Dernière occasion de faire le plein à toute heure d'ici cent kilomètres." She was a specialised translator and had the habit of translating everything she read in French. During her vacation's, it helped her avoid losing touch. But maybe she would still do it, even if she was a plumber or a taxi driver.

So, she arrived minutes later at the bottom of the hill. Hundreds of meters away from the road, long beautiful white waves came crashing on the shore of the beach. It was hot, terribly hot, even with the windows rolled down. It was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The salt of the ocean water on Brittany S. Pierce couldn't annoy her for much longer since she was projecting to stop at a camping site right after Badernia, close to the Mexican border.

The Westfalia then went on a little trail were a few weeds were miserably trying to grow.

Brittany S. Pierce advanced slowly. On the left, two old Chevrolets were busy rusting. She continued to move forward, and finally, the sea opened up to her eyes. During three months, she had already seen beautiful beaches since she'd left Montreal, but never like this one.

Imagine a little bay with a few big rocks in the middle in a blue and turquoise sea where the waves came slowly to die on the sand, white as snow. Above all, this beach had an advantage that none of the others had, no one was there. Not one big American belly, not one American thigh. Not one kite flying in the sky or beach umbrellas in sight. No fishing lines, no beach chairs, no coolers, no radio, not even dogs. Nothing. The beach was hers and hers only.

She got out of her vehicle, went to reach for her beach equipment when she realized something. There was really no one else around. Finally, the perfect occasion to bathe naked in this American puritan country where a naked boob deserved a vacation in prison.

She undressed herself, left her clothes in her car and walked towards the water.

The temperature was not cold at all. It was perfectly refreshing and all the heat that her body accumulated disappeared in an instant. She dived in the water, shaking her now wet hair and dived again. She swam gracefully thought the waves and then letting her body come back to a vertical position. She was barely touching the ground. It would be better not to go further, in case the waves pushed her away from the shore.

She was about to go back to the beach when she heard the familiar roaring of her Westfalia start.

She only had time to see a shadow on the conductor's seat. A wave pushed her towards the shore and she forced herself to get back on her feet and battled against the water that was pushing her the other way.

The Westfalia left at a furious speed and disappeared before Brittany S. Pierce could do anything about it.

She started running on the sandy trail and through the dust cloud that the vehicle left behind. Then, the cloud vanished. When she arrived at the road, nothing was left, only the tracks of the Westphalia's wheels that indicated that the car had gone to the left.

She stayed on the side of the road until the little pink dot of the Westfalia disappeared.

Then, she realized that she was alone, on the side of a road, with no clothes. She just saw, not only her vehicle, but her camping gear, her food, her money and her passport disappear.

The sun was now burning her head. She sat under a bush to think of what she should do now. She could wait for another car to pass by. But who would pick-up a naked girl in the middle of the desert? She probably had more chance of getting kidnapped than anything else. The only solution for her was to walk in the water, to stay hydrated, and pray to find a house that could help her. That was as random as the previous idea but at least she would stay protected from the sun.

So, she started walking.

After a few hours under the burning sun, Brittany S. Pierce finally sees a little house. It's not in a very good condition, but there is a night light so somebody must be in there. She walks over there carefully and knocks on the door trying to cover her body as much as possible.

She knocked on the door.

"Excuse me", she yelled in English trying to make her voice seem strong but soft at the same time. "I'm a stranger and my car and clothes got stolen. Please help me."

No answer. She bit her top lip for forgetting her for God's sake.

"Is anybody there?" She asked again.

"Sure I'm here" Replied a soft voice with a characteristic south accent. Like it was evident that she was there before talking.

"Excuse me", she repeated, "I'm a stranger and someone stole my car and my clothes. For God's sake help me."

"Bullshit" Said the voice.

"I swear…"

The door opened showing an oil lamp and a woman. She tried to cover her body behind the door frame.

The woman was quite tanned. Old or young? Hard to tell with the low lighting.

"I swear, someone stole everything I had. I need help. Can you call..."

"No telephone"

"Oh…"

She hesitated, trying to think what to say next, but the fact that she was busy trying to hide herself distracted her enough.

"Listen", she finally said, "Please give me some old clothes and I will bless you and your husband until the end of time."

The woman pouted. Maybe she was less religious then most people in the South that she met so far?

"No husband." She finally said indifferently.

Maybe the stranger would finally take pity of her.

"Fine, I'll see what I can get you. Stay here." She replied. As she turned around, I could finally see her under the fragile light of her lamp. The woman had long black hair and, as she walked into her room, Brittany S. Pierce could admire her curbs and her sensual walk.

She came out quickly with a full pair of clothes.

She got dressed really quickly, finally able to feel comfortable in hot clothes. As she finished, she didn't know what else to do. Should she ask for food? She already interrupted her in the middle of the night and took some of her clothes. Not knowing what to do, she just stood there wondering what to say.

"Thank you" She finally blurred out shyly.

"You're welcome"

"Is there… A neighbor that can call the police?"

"No neighbor. The closest is in 30 miles that way and 30 miles that way." She said systematically and pointing with her thumb in two different directions. "Anyways, I can't phone them."

"You don't have a car either?"

"No car. Anyway, sheriff Case doesn't really like strangers walking naked.

"I understand" She said, even if she didn't totally understand.

"He doesn't like homos and nudists either."

"I understand." She said with the same tone of incomprehension.

"I'm really happy that you understand." She said with a little laugh.

Noticing that she could laugh, Brittany S. Pierce was comforted. But she had nothing left to say. She tried to fake going away, trying to get the stranger to invite her in.

She turned around, got down the stairs. The woman didn't call her back. She simply let the door shut behind her. She walked to the beach and sat down.

She wasn't sure if her situation had gotten better. Sure, she wasn't naked anymore. But the cold of the night is going to catch her without a blanket.

The closest neighbor was 30 miles away, which meant the closest telephone is 30 miles away.

What would a woman be doing here alone, without a telephone and a car, in the middle of the desert?

"I found this too."

She turned around. She was giving her a little vest.

"Thanks a lot."

"There's nothing to it" She repeated, turning around and leaving.

In the vest, she also found two pieces of bread that she instantly ate with urge.

She didn't hear any more sound so she figured the woman went had gone to bed. After this awful day, she should get some rest too… Brittany S. Pierce laid on the sandy beach, counting the stars and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.