From the sleeper, she could hear the truck downshifting, and awoke with a start.
He was sitting on her chest. The fat, bald, truck driver- the one that had offered to take her as far as Memphis- was sitting on her chest. Straddling her. His thick legs holding her arms tight at her sides.
“Come on now. Take it..”
What else could she do? He was sitting on her chest.
When he was done- he was done.. He wanted her out of the truck…
She would have stayed… She had nowhere to go… It was dark..
Word Count: 98
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