A semi approaches

You hung your head and stood still as a semi pulled up to you. You gazed at it blinded like a deer in the headlights as a silohuette of a giant trucker, at least six foot five walked toward you. "Oh my god..." you thought. "Please let this guy be good..."

The man held his hands out as you flinched away from him, naked and in fear. "Please lady, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you, just tell me what happened.", you couldn't see his face but you could tell by the sound of his voice he was honest. You fell to your knees and began sobbing. "They... uh... uh... they... **** me... Xchange..."

"Ok, ok, just let me get something that you can cover up with.", he said obviously trying to not seem like a threat. He went back into the truck and pulled out a wool blanket and handed it to you. You took it gingerly and wrapped it around you, sitting on the ground with your arms around your legs, still in shock.

"Take as much time as you need, but we need to get you back into town to tell the police. How long ago did this happen?", he asked. It barely entered your brain because you were in shock, but as your body began to warm, you stood up and starting walking toward the semi. "Maybe ten or twenty minutes ago...", you answer. He opened the door for you and you struggled to climb into the passenger seat.

You finally managed to get yourself and the blanket into the seat and put on your seat belt. You felt the truck sink a little bit as the man got in the driver's seat and revved the engine. He had to be at least 350 pounds or more. As the semi began to move he asked, "Did you get a license plate number?" "No...", you peeped absent mindedly. "What kind of vehicle was it?", he continued to try to get more information about the perpetrators. "...black... maybe a honda or a toyota four door..." , you peeped again.

The man pulled a radio receiver from the dash, and matter of factly grunted, "Whiskey Jesus, Whiskey Jesus, this is Big Haus, copy." A squeaky almost nerdy high pitched voice came on the receiver, "I copy Big Haus, what can I do for ya?" "Whiskey Jesus, I've come across a lost little lamb that's been preyed on by a couple of vipers. An XChange victim. Be on the look out for a black car, maybe honda or toyota four door, copy?" "I copy Big Haus, but I'm gonna need more information than that to go on. There's a lotta black cars out there. Copy."

"Copy Whiskey Jesus, give me a second to ask. He's in a delicate state. Copy." "Copy Big Haus. Just make sure you get back to me before they can get away."

Big Haus turns to you and tries to say in as non-threatening a manner as possible, "I know you don't want to think about it right now, but I need to know what they look like so we can track them down on the road." The entire experience was burned into your head.

Your previous anger had been replaced by despair and grief. You were too angry in the moment to realize it was very possible you would never be a man again. Your life ruined. You'd have to tell everyone you knew and didn't know what happened to you.

"One of them was fat, short, with a beard, brown hair with a tye dye t-shirt and shorts... The other was the same height, bald, with a blue buttoned up shirt and jeans... they were both white, middle aged.", you muttered out a depressed litany.

"Whiskey Jesus, be on the look out for two middle aged caucasian males in a black car heading north on I-80. Both medium height, one wearing a tye dye t-shirt and shorts with a full beard, the other bald with a blue button up shirt and blue jeans, copy?"

"I copy, Big Haus. Let's teach these bastards a lesson!"

20 minutes pass of the semi going at least 80 miles an hour. You see a pair of taillights in the distance. It was that black car. Big Haus was right on top of them. The car tried to move out of the right lane but the semi kept tailing them. Big Haus honked three times and the car stepped on the gas.

You were driving down a valley and another semi could be seen in the distance driving toward you. The other semi slowed down and blocked the road. Big haus slowed his semi down until the black car stopped in front of a skinny man in a trucker hat holding a shotgun pointed straight at the driver.

Big Haus comes to a stop, headlights blazing on the entire scene. He reached back behind the driver's seat and pulled out a pump action shotgun. After cocking it, he hopped out of the semi and pointed it at the passenger seat while slowly walking around to the passenger side.

Whiskey Jesus pipes up, "Now now now! I hear you boys have been having _a lo_t of fun tonight! You better step out of the vehicle with your hands up unless you want your brains splattered all over that windshield!" He actually does look like Whiskey Jesus, you remark to yourself.

The men step out of the vehicle with their hands up, fearful, emasculated. The turn of fortune is delicious to behold. They lose all of their power when you see the look on their faces. "Hey, I don't know who you're talking about, we're just travelling the road, just like you.", the bald man pleads.

"Yeah?", Whiskey Jesus retorts, "Well last I checked ain't too many people make a game of **** as part of their road trip. Hey Brother, come down here! Don't be ashamed! This is your opportunity to get ****!" Whiskey Jesus motioned to you to come down, he had read your mind.

You didn't care that you were barefoot, or only covered in a cloth, this was payback time, no matter what happened, even if you were a girl. You tenderly scooted out of the seat after opening the door and worked your way to the ground. The night was pitch black, brought in stark contrast with the light being shined on the two men with shotguns, and the two men with their hands behind their head.

You tiptoed to the right of Big Haus and stared at your abusers like they were bugs under a microscope. Big Haus boomed with a sense of righteous sadism, "So Brother, it's your call what to do with them. Maybe make 'em suffer a little bit first. Eh?"

You were perfectly aware that you and Big Haus were casting a shadow over the two men with an ominous effect. You had the power now. Once they saw you step out of the semi, they knew they were toast. The hippy started crying, got on his knees and started pleading with you, "Please no, don't kill me! I'm sorry! It was Charlie, he convinced me to do all this stuff. I don't wanna die!"

You smiled an evil smile and said, "Easy way or hard way?" "Easy way! Easy!", the fat man begged. "Well,", you say in a playfully arrogant manner, "looks like he wants it the easy way. What was it you said? Ah..." You pointed to him and said, "You're easy and the hard is this...?" Then pointed in the giant's direciton. "Beat him to a pulp."

Big Haus hands you the shotgun, you kind of stare at him perplexed for a second given you're holding on to the blanket with both of your hands and just say "fuck it" to yourself and drop the blanket to the ground. You take the shotgun and point it straight at the bald man's balls. You can see his eyes, the same that **** you not an hour ago, but this time barren with fear and cold sweat. He wasn't like the fat man though. Colder, like he had known this moment was coming.

What happens next fills you with sadistic delight. Big Haus beats the living crap out of the sobbing fat man. Whiskey Jesus narrates from the background, "You know if you respected other human beings a little more this might not happen --- ouch! That one had to hurt." The accomplice was incapacitated, ****, and Big Haus pulled rope out of a compartment in the semi to tie him up with.

Now, the bald man found himself with two shotguns pointed at him, his accomplice bloody, ****, and tied up beside him, and Big Haus standing over him. You repeat to baldie, "So what'll it be girly, the easy way or the hard way?"