A young man made of hitch-hiking on Main road 7. Mercedes 500 sl stops. The driver wears smoking, with black glasses and it smokes large Havana. - Before you get into my car, he says him, it is necessary that you say to me if you are of right-hand side or left in policy. The young a little naive hitch-hiker answers: - I am of left, Mister. And the type in Mercedes answers him by closing the door and by putting the ends: - Damage for you! A few minutes later, a BMW 840i stops and it occurs the same thing exactly: the driver requires of the young hitch-hiker of which political edge it is. The young guy still answers that it is of left. As for the first time, the type with the BMW starts by leaving the young person on the road. - It is weak, says the hitch-hiker, the next motor which stops, I will say to him that I am of right-hand side and then basta! A few minutes after this wise reflexion, Porsche 911 stops. The driver is conducting, it is even a splendid blonde, fitted with body still better than its car. The blonde asks him of which political edge it is. Leaving his naivety on side, the young hitch-hiker answers that it is of right-hand side. The girl then invites it to go up, which it does. It notices quickly that the girl wears a short ultra miniskirt, and that to the least passage speed, least acceleration, the skirt goes back, goes up, goes up... The hitch-hiker has the glance fixed on the thighs and panties of his bienfaitrice. He is increasingly excited and starts to feel tight in his Jean. Finally, it is not due to it any more and known as to the girl: - It is funny the policy: I have not been line for ten minutes, which I have already desire for kissing somebody!