It's the man from the bar

Krissy stood by the road, doing her best to affect a calm demeanor as the headlights drew closer. She could tell it was a large vehicle, probably a semi-truck. Krissy hoped that this was her chance. Semi-truck drivers had a reputation for being willing to pick people up. Maybe this was her break.

She extended one arm, keeping the other over the tear in her shirt as best she could, and put her thumb out like she'd seen people do in movies. The truck started to slow as it approached her. Krissy almost laughed she was so relieved. Moving slowly past her, it finally stopped just past her. Krissy hurried on the shoulder of the road to reach the passenger side of the truck.

As Krissy came up to the side of the truck the driver leaned over to open the passenger door. Krissy stopped, frozen in place at the sight of the man from the bar restroom grinning as he looked out at her from inside his truck.

"Well, what were the odds of this? You still need a ride, sweetheart?" He said in a tone that would have been friendly coming from someone that hadn't fucked her senseless in a dirty restroom an hour ago.

Krissy stood shivering in the dark just outside the truck, completely incapable of any response.