Thumbing a Lift

I had been on the road for just five minutes when a truck pulled up,I opened the cab door and was surprised to find a young woman behind the wheel. I climbed in and said my name was Jed and thanks for the lift, she told me her name was Mary and asked how far I was going and that she was delivering to Coventry. I told her I was making my way to Newark and that I was sorry it wasn’t further, she laughed at that and the ice was broker making the following talk easy and pleasant.
   I found out she had been driving for six years and the rig was her own bought and paid for,I thought she was taking a chance picking up strangers and said so ,to my surprise she said but you yourself take a risk too just because I’m a woman makes no difference does it. I had no comeback to that I was being sexist and I apologized to her. I had already taken in her looks and judged her to be early twenties, a slender frame but well formed and short brown hair being at work she had no makeup but she had no need of it as her skin was lightly tanned and her pink lips were full and for the most were smiling.I thought she smiled cute.
  The music she put on was a mixture of artists,turned out they were Irish and none where known to me but they sounded good,I asked who a singer was singing I needed you it was a male artist with a silky delivery and though not the best voice  was easy to listen to,that’s Daniel o Donnell and he is from Donegal. The musicians were good,I had an ear for good music and listened more to it than the actual songs.I had been up early and it had been tiring, I was finding it hard to keep awake but the trade of for a lift was company to talk with so relieving the boredom of the road.