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Broma
by Jilliana Ranicar-Breese

Fortunately I learnt the word meaning a joke in Spanish.

I was hitching in Spain with Seema from Canada. A voluptuous redhead. An apparition in a mini skirt with ample breasts and stomach to match. But we were having a great carefree time until we hit Granada.

We agreed no pickups with two men in the car and no lifts in the dark when night suddenly fell.

WE were stuck in siesta time and no cars. We were getting desperate after one hour at the roadside.

Our aim was to get to Valencia. We obviously had not worked out the time and mileage!

Behold an old car came our way with only one driver. He stopped and said he would take us to Valencia. We clambered in excitedly only to discover that further down the road he was picking up his friend. Two young men and it was getting dark. So far we were alright.

But that was to change. My Spanish was Italian with a ‘th’ ending instead of ‘ione’ ending.

Suddenly his hand was feeling my left knee. I brushed his hand aside as I would a bluebottle but meanwhile Seema in the back seat next to the young frisky puppy, was pushing him away as he was trying to feel her ample breasts.

Horror of horrors he had turned the car off the main road saying it was a shortcut. Worse he stopped the car, reversing it. I shouted we weren’t
putanas in Italian but the driver understood and grinning said ‘Una broma’. Thankfully I had learnt the word that day.

Night fell and the two of them agreed we could not go out dancing in Valencia as the city was too far away. That we must spend the night in a hotel.

A hotel in the middle of nowhere? Eventually he found a cheap looking place. Got out of the car and booked four single rooms.

I had an upset tummy with the shock of a possible rape. Seema was crying still in the back seat. Eventually we passed an uneventful night and found the men had fled leaving us with the bill for four rooms!

We were stranded as there was no traffic on the secondary road. Eventually we got a ride back to Granada on a milk float!

A lesson learnt that time.