Krissy weighs her options

Krissy stood in stunned silence looking up into the cab of the semi-truck. Her hopes had been dashed in an instant. She had thought she'd finally caught a lucky break, a ride out of this crap town. Now she was staring at the man that had fucked her, taken her virginity, and left her naked on the floor of a filthy bar restroom earlier that night.

"Don't be like that, darlin'." The man said smiling down at her from inside the truck. "We had our fun. I told you I'd give you a ride, didn't I?"

Krissy scowled, folding her arms across her big chest, unconsciously trying to guard herself from the man.

"I waited in the lot for you, but you didn't come out. What are the odds I would find you out here?" He said, looking around into the night for emphasis.

The gesture brought Krissy back to the moment, feeling the cold. The reality of how bad her situation was settled on her slim shoulders. She didn't trust this creep one bit, but she was also desperately short on options.

"Alright, girl. I got a lot miles to cover, so if you need a ride, now's the time. If not, I need to be back on the road, and you can try your luck out here."