HoJos Hot

1971 I was hitchhiking out out of Boston to the South Shore after the closing of the bars. I was picked up by a youngish couple, who drove south with the woman between us in the front seat. It was a warm night and the man pulled into a highway HoJos to buy ice cream, leaving the woman with me.

She wiped her face and squirmed closer, saying, “It’s so hot.”

“Yes, it is.” I opened the window.

“I meant me.”

She placed my hand inside her bare thighs. Hot indeed. I spotted her boyfriend approaching with ice cream cones. She didn’t stop and he opened the door, saying, “I see you met Aline. My name is Bob.”

Ah the age of the Sexual Revolution

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