I was somewhere in the middle of the parking lot when he started coming after me. “I’ll take you home,” he demanded.
“No!” I turned my head and kept hiking it towards the highway. I made sure to swing my ass a little so he knew what he was missing. While treading away, my first thought was I didn’t want to mess up my new heels. My second thought was that my feet were going to start hurting within about five minutes of walking. Then, my third thought followed and I told myself I needed to get in the truck. It was either walking home and getting raped on the side of the road, or riding home and getting raped in the comfort of a truck.
The truck was red, lifted, suspended axel with a chrome brush guard, and decked out with all the good shit a real truck should be. ‘I wish I could date the truck’, I thought. I touched the side of it as a checked it out. Nice paint job, nice brush guard, and definitely nice wheels. I definitely had wished it was mine.
He walked over to the passenger door and offered to help me into the massive carriage. “I got it!” I blurted. I grabbed the “Oh Shit” handle the hung on the side of the door and pulled myself up into heaven. The truck shook as he plumped his ass down. The roar of the engine was loud. I observed the interior as he backed out of the confined area. The radio thumped and the speakers vibrated underneath my ass. It was probably the best part of the date.
He put it in drive and drove to the road where I examined the houses and trees as we passed them. “Fuckin’ rough,” he said. I shot my eyes over to him. They burned a hole right through his head straight to the window. “Can you hurry?!” I impatiently demanded, “I have to go do my laundry.”
“Hurry?!” he yelled, “You can fuckin’ hurry!” He slammed on the breaks and my body flew towards the dash board. I scrambled around to pick up the contents of my purse. “Get out,” he demanded.
I didn’t give a shit. I hopped out of the piece of heaven with the devil that rode inside. The soles of my feet landed on the pavement so I wouldn’t break any of my new heels. With one finger in the air, and my pepper spray in the other, I watched him drive away.
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