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Another truck coming from the other direction gets closer and I see it blur a little before there’s two of them.
My light-headed feeling and stranger-than-usual mood explained in a moment. But it doesn't change the fact that I simply cannot stop this rig tonight. Not for anything.
Not even for her?
Dammit!
The oncoming truck blasts their air horn, letting me know I’m veering into the other lane, which makes Petra gasp loudly.
It passes close, okay. A little too close even for a maniac like me to find amusing, but aside from a little wobble in the cab as it zooms by us, it’s no big deal.
“At least let me take a look at it.” Petra says, sounding completely logical. Sounding like someone who actually cares. And that’s not something I'm even vaguely familiar with. Not in this life.
I don't know how she's doing it. And it’s not just her big blue eyes and heaving cleavage, or even having those little hands of her making me wince in pain in a way I think I actually like when it’s her doing it.
But she’s really gonna be the end of both of us if she starts calling the shots over something so stupid.
“Fine…” I grumble. Slowing a little but only enough to start to take my jacket off.
“What the hell are you doing!?” She shrieks, “Pull over P.T.!” But I have my jacket off in a moment. Truckers can eat, shower, shave and change all in their seat without stopping. Even know a couple guys that wear adult diapers so they don’t even have to stop to shit.
Once I feel the wet leather peeling off my left arm, something else peels off too, making the warm sheen of blood thicken to a flow.
“Jesus…” I murmur. Petra already finding and opening the not-so-small first aid kit every truck has to carry. I think this one has three.
“Okay. You wanna drive? Drive, but at least gimme your arm so I can-” She starts to say but I've already held it out and up a little for her. Groaning for a different reason once I feel her fingers on my naked skin. It’s like touching her hand but times a thousand.
And if it means she’ll touch me. Maybe fuss over me a little? Well… Okay then.
She finds one of the interior lights the same way she did the first aid kit, illuminating the cab and giving her a proper look at my arm.
“Oh my god…!” She exclaims, making me figure this is the part she sees me in full light and changes her mind about everything. About maybe having a thing for an older man. But it’s not that. I follow her eyes and glance down at my wound. It’s a scratch really. Graze from a ricocheting bullet, no doubt. Cut through the leather and ruined a perfectly good t-shirt.
But it’s not the injury that shocks her.
“It’s… It’shuge!” She marvels. Meaning my arm, not the scratch. I feel my brow lift and my lip curling again.
Concernandcompliments… She sure knows how to butter me up.
You wanna see what else gets big, little girl?
The thought should shock me. But I can’t tell myself I don’t want her anymore. Sure I just met her, but how much more do I need to know about her? I can see for myself that a girl like Petra is one of a kind.
The kind that gets snatched.
So as soon as I saw her, even in the dark, I knew I had to have her. And if she likes my arm, likes playing nurse? Well… I might be learning how to do more than just eat and shave while I'm driving.
I’m already calculating the mechanics of fucking her while driving when I suck air in through my teeth. A sharp pain in my arm letting me know that Petra might be a cute nurse. But she’s a lousy one.
“You trying to get your whole hand in there?” I ask between gritted teeth, not feeling lightheaded anymore. I feel more charged up by the second the longer she has her hands on me.
“I gotta clean it properly…” She murmurs. I glance down and see how serious she looks. How intently she's focused on cleaning me up.
“…Almost done…” She whispers to herself. But we’re far from done here. Every scraping, gouging grab of her cotton-wrapped finger dragging through my open arm feels like heaven.
If she can make an open wound feel like this… I can’t wait to feel those magic hands at work on something else.
I feel my face go weird. Like it’s being stretched.
