En cours de chargement...
'You live nearby? You need a ride?'She stopped and looked at him: a chubby guy with a beard, younger than her father, but older than a teenager. She could never guess the ages of adults.'You need some help?' the man asked again. 'I can't fix your bike, but I can give you a lift. It's no trouble.''Uh, no thanks. I better not.' He looked nice enough, and in all her twelve years she'd never met anyone dangerous or crazy, but she'd been warned many times about strangers .