So when I saw the hitchhiker on the side of the highway, I figured I might as well pull over and get a little company.She climbed into the truck, and ...wung her backpack into the back of the cab. I pulled back onto the road."Thanks for stopping, mister." No problem. My name's Ben. What's yours?" Lisa." Where you headed?" Don't matter much. Just so long as I get there fast."I looked her over. She was what you might describe as a skater chick. Looked to be about 18 or so. Baggy pants, black. "I am a siren."I opened my mouth to make a snide remark, but shut it again. I thought of another, and another. It was a real effort to keep them to myself."I know what you are thinking, Frederick. No, I do not sit on rocks and sing at passing ships. In fact, Auntie once told me that I cannot sing well at all, though she never discouraged me from trying. But a siren carries a curse of sexually attracting all those who see her. It has been a terrible burden for me." But why," Brenda asked calmly.. “My God Ed, do you know what time it is?” he asked.“Of course, It’s 9AM. I’ve already walked three miles, had a shower and breakfast,” I explained.“Well good for you. What is so important that you have to wake me in the middle of the morning,” he complained.“I could use your help today. Can you get dressed and be at the Car Wash by 11AM. I need to hire you and your car for the day,” I suggested.“Oh alright,” he said. “Give me an hour, then you can fill me in over breakfast. You are paying by. She took a steaming cup from Melanie, waved off the offer of cream or sugar."Umm, Good." How come you're not at work? I don't usually see you until lunch time, and you don't often come in here." Melanie looked slyly at Toni, "And most lunch times you're with Ned."Toni laughed. "Yeah. Funny, I never thought anyone noticed. Yes, we do lunch a lot. But I haven't come here because I've never worn the stuff you sell. But today, I'm buying." Really? Great. But no rush. Take your time and enjoy your.