You walk over to Bill's rig, the trailer he has hitched has a bright blue cartoon tuna fish on it wearing a top hat and a monocle. You laugh when you see it.
Bill grins ruefully. "Yeah, don't tell me. I feel like a dork hauling that down the interstate, but it's the customers trailer and a job is a job."
Bill unlocks the rig with an electronic key as you walk up to it. You open the passenger's door and sling your bag up into the cab. Unfortunately you now discover there is no ladylike way of climbing into the cab of a Mack truck whilst wearing a tight mini-skirt. Hitching the skirt up you manage to clamber up. Bill, standing just behind you gives a low whistle as you scramble in and you realize that as you're wearing no underwear he must of had a grandstand view.
You look around the cab of Bill's truck. The interior gleams with custom chrome work. At the back of the rig are a couple of curtained off bunks, which brings to your mind the obvious reason why Bill is being so accommodating. Though you're certain that you're no virgin, since you have no memories of ever having had sex before you feel a certain thrill mixed with trepidation when you think of the payment Bill will be expecting for the ride.
Bill climbs into the driver's seat. "Everything ok honey?" He asks, seeing your thoughtful expression.
You flash him a radiant smile and lean across to pat his knee.
"Everything's just peachy sugah," you answer wondering if you'll ever get out of Miami.
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