I was in a moderately nice neighborhood and another guy and I had just left a friend’s house and we were now heading to his house down the street. We must have won a flimsy two-piece outfit (similar to a skimpy bathing suit) and we were laughing about how the manufacturer's tag offered a complimentary phone call.

As we approached the driveway of his house I glanced into his car window and noticed a woman curled up on the floor in his backseat. She appeared to be our age, rail thin and naked as a jaybird, and when she sensed me standing there she looked up at me with eyes that begged me not to tell anyone.

I went around to the other side of the car and opened the door, making it obvious that my eyes were averted. "Don't worry; I'm not going to look. I just want to help."

I didn't ask her how she got there or why she had no clothes on, but I tried my best to explain why the area she was in would call the police if they knew she was there.

"You have to understand that this is not a rich neighborhood, it's a middle-class neighborhood, which means that these people have nice things because they work hard. They actually EARNED it. And when they see a stranger in their neighborhood they see it as a potential threat to everything they worked for."

The woman just rolled her eyes as if to say "Bullshit. These are just spoiled rich people."

All this time my friend is standing in front of the car, impatient with me for giving her the time instead of just calling the police. But he eventually came around, and the next thing I know, the woman is now seated in the back seat wearing the outfit that my friend had won just a few minutes earlier. She beamed with happiness as I complimented her on how nice she looked. I was now in the front passenger seat and she was sitting cross-legged on the backseat, and as she wriggled around trying to get comfortable you could see her various body parts being exposed. When she leaned forward a bit it made the material in the crotch loose, giving me a peek at her pretty pussy lips, freshly shaved and shiny like silk. Her breasts were extremely tiny and curved upward, and when the fabric loosened it exposed her pointy little nipples that aimed to take out the eyes of the sun. (Hey, this is MY dream!)

Somehow she now had a small child with her which I took to be her daughter, and it made me feel a bit guilty for ogling her mother, but still I did, and I loved every second of it.

As the woman thanked us, she told us what made it even better is that the tag had a free phone call on it, so she could finally call home.

She now had a new lease on life, and it seemed things were going to turn out just fine for her. It's not my ideal example of a "happy ending" but it was happy nonetheless.