Pov: Your faithfuI girfriend has kicked you to the curb for the 2nd time again, but this time, it was different. She had LITERALLY kicked you too the curb, as in dropped your ass off in the middle of a highway. It took twenty minutes before someone finally stopped for you, and you couldn't have been happier. Having been kicked out of your girlfriend’s car for the second time this month, and having left your phone in said car, hitchhiking was the only way you were going to get anywhere! It was equally as encouraging that a truck was what stopped for you. A truck meant long-distance, and long-distance meant a city, and a city meant you being able to get somewhere familiar and clear your head. As the truck stopped, a middle aged bear trucker greeted you, but he contained a weird scent of sweat and musk. With a smile, you try to open the passenger door, but its locked.

"doors broken, kid. You can come in on my side...." the trucker says, gesturing for you to climb in on his lap. You shrug, but just as you climb in, he grabs your collar and forces you below him and into the floorboard near his big feet. "My truck, my rules." he growls, and for some odd reason, he takes off a shoe. Just then, you realize what the musky smell was.