warm Scottish sky. But did the rhyme only count if the bird was stationary or in flight? And what was it his old childhood friends had said so religiously. Only a soldiers salute could save you from a single magpie's wrath of sorrow. Jason shook his head at such childish and ridiculous superstitions, and ignored the bird.
***
Jason continued to drive further along the lonely west highland road. The glorious Scottish hills and mountainside continued to surround him from the east while the newly apparition of the gorgeous deep blue sea and rocky coastal cliff tops engulfed him on the west. Life was good said the smile broadening far and wide across Jason's increasingly glowing face. Life was fucking great. Inside though he was still numb as ice. But the only words he still took to heart from his father was what he had once told him as a kid - Fake it until you make it.
***
Out of the wilderness and along a new winding coastal road, Jason spied the slim figure of a young and seemingly attractive blonde girl, who appeared, quite randomly, out of nowhere. She seemed to be hitchhiking along the same stretch of secluded road that he was driving along. The girl was dressed in a pair of tight denim shorts and wore a loose yellow shirt which had been tied into a small bun around her slim mid section. She also wore a dark pair of sunglasses which made it difficult for Jason to see her face, but her slender, womanly figure was very appealing.
He drove past her at a crawling speed, noticing right away her cracking pair of smooth legs which was always a great start in Jason's little black book. She carried a small rucksack draped over her shoulder, which didn't seem to be that heavy as her posture was near perfect. In fact it looked strangely out of place with the sexy tight outfit she wore. The girl, who had heard the approaching car a while back, already had her thumb held casually out, and had turned towards the car as Jason drove on by. She glanced curiously at him with an unemotional gaze. For a hitchhiker she appeared neither joyful nor anxious to see a passing automobile. Jason continued driving for another few dozen yards while gazing back through his rear view mirror. Then making a split second decision, he pulled over to the side of the road, sixty or so yards in front of the sexy hitchhiker. She continued to watch him with a dubious stare.
Inside the car, Jason was thinking hard. He was clearly caught up in two minds about whether to pick up the gorgeous blonde or not. His head filled with all kinds of various erotic scenarios and outcomes which seemed to awaken a tidal wave of hidden lustful emotions deep within him. It had been almost a month since he'd had any kind of sexual relations with his now dead wife. He smirked gently at Gary's imaginary reaction to that, despite what he'd told him only a few hours before.
'Come on man. What are you doing?' Jason whispered to himself as he continued to watch the sexy young hitchhiker through his mirror. She started walking towards him.
'Come on Jase. You don't need this shit right now. Just stop thinking with your dick for once in your pathetic life.' He took another deep breath and shook his head in a shameful notion. He closed his eyes, still thinking about the various erotic images filtering his horny head.
'Just drive Jase. Please, just fucking drive. Don't look back man, just go. You don't need this distraction in your life. Just get the hell out of here now. GO.'
Jason, mind made up, slammed the car back into gear and sped off up the road. The hitchhiker watched this curiously as his car rapidly disappeared into the hazy horizon.
'Jesus Christ, I need an ice cold fucking shower.'
***
A few miles further north Jason noticed on his left hand side an old, secluded and seemingly abandoned farmhouse. It was right out in the middle of nowhere and not to far away from the sea and towering coastal cliff tops. Most of the