<strong>Kenneth, the Good Samaritan</strong><br/><br/>Driving by just as Lily gave up the vehicle, Kenneth O'Donnel had taken his time to slow down. Not that he was really driving top-speed - such things could get you in a lot of unnecessary trouble with the local deputy - but the folk song he had taken to a loud level echoed through his truck as he took his time in the highway. Just gotten paid from an overnight job back at one of the countryside properties that had needed some ceiling repairs on a old, yet resistant barn; his pocket full of cash for the week, Kenneth couldn't believe his luck. Karma can be a bitch, but the Good Lord always repays the servant with help when needed, demanding of him just to help back when called.<br/><br/>And such was a call, it seemed. The truck slowed down as he pulled the red challenger closer towards the girl, taking to the sidetrack about ten meters before the walking damsel-in-distress. Taking his hat off his head and rubbing a large hand over his sweaty features, Kenneth turned off the radio as he opened the door and stepped out.<br/><br/><strong>"Eh, girl!</strong>", he called out in his strong voice.<strong>"Need a ride?"</strong>, he called simply as he leaned against the back of the truck, his eyes looking upside down on the beauty he had chosen to help. Not too bad, good Lord. It could have been a nasty piece of work, but she was quite pretty. On the other hand, she was young enough to be bitchy about much - Heavens Forbid it!