"White Out"

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"White Out"​

Robert Harmon came to only to find the black of unconsciousness replaced by the white of the winter world. He was shivering so hard from the cold that it was hard to get his muscles to do as he willed them, but eventually he was able to get to his feet. Disoriented and wobbly, he found himself standing in waist deep powder at the bottom of a steep ravine.

He tried to remember how he got here...

He'd been running from the Feds...

He'd hijacked a independent Big Rig contracted by UPS to haul Christmas freight through the Rockies...

They'd been driving too fast, lost control...

Where is she...? Robert thought to himself, searching the white terrain around him. She was no where to be seen. All he saw were trees with drooping limbs, heavy with several days of constant snowfall; and the crashed truck. Robert studied the wreck for a moment. The two trailers almost looked like someone had intentionally stacked them. They were on their sides, with one sitting right on top of the other, tail ends -- and big doors -- both facing Robert. While they were each a big banged up, they'd unbelievably stayed together. The door lowest to the ground had come open, spilling out some boxes, but other than that, the wreck didn't look all that bad.

That was when Robert realized that the Cab was no where to be seen. He'd apparently been ejected from it before it came to a stop, because he'd come to at the ass end of the big rig. The ground between him and the trailers had been bull dozed away by the trailers, so it was fairly easy for him to move to and around the trailers and find the cab.

"Jeee-sus..." he mumbled.

The cab was smashed and ripped apart, having apparently hit a tree after it disconnected from the first trailer. Robert moved over the rough ground and, as he expected, found the woman inside it. She was unconscious and bleeding, though not bad enough to worry Robert that she'd die from the injury. Hell, he was trembling so much that he knew what was going to kill her: Mother Nature.

He spent several minutes trying to get her out of the rig. Once he had, he wasn't sure what to do next. He looked through the cab for blankets or tarps or heavy coats, but there really wasn't much. The cab wasn't one of those ... oh, what did you call them ... sleepovers, that truckers could sleep in on overnight hauls.

Suddenly, Robert remembered the open door on the trailer. He scooped the woman into his arms and slugged across the rough ground again, falling three or four times before reaching the back of the trailer. Laying the woman on the ground, he began pulling boxes out of the back of the trailer until there was room to get inside. He pulled her into the trailer, laying her atop a big box that -- according to the labels -- contained one of those plastic Kiddy kitchen sets.

He went back outside for a moment to look around and assess the situation. The ravine walls were steep. There would be no climbing upwards and out. He thought that maybe he could slug out down the ravine and exit that way. Of course, he'd probably just freeze to death, so ... forget that.

No, the best thing to do was just wait for the Authorities to find the wrecked truck, send in Search and Rescue, and maybe haul them out with a helicopter. And then, of course, he'd be going back to jail. He didn't much like that idea, but Robert liked it more than dying down here from exposure or starvation. There was no way of knowing how long they'd be down here. He remembered a story about a woman and her child who'd been trapped in their snow trapped car for sixteen days before being found. They'd survived on baby food, formula, a sleeve of Ritz Crackers, and water the woman had melted with the car's still functioning cigarette lighter.

"Uhhhmmm..." the woman murmured, coming to in some obvious pain. After some more grunts and, eventually, the opening of her eyes to find herself surrounded by her truck's cargo, she asked, "What happened?"

 

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Pain. It was the first thing that Kara Thomas was conscious of. Just white hot pain. Then it began to focus into her left shoulder and lower back. Next came the splitting headache and then the cold seeped in. And the sensation of stillness around her. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open and her surroundings slowly began to come into focus. It took her a moment to recognize the back of her truck's trailer. How did she get here?

Kara tried to move but groaned as another bolt of pain shot through her back. She tried to remember how she might have gotten here. It seemed clear there'd been an accident but she couldn't remember how or what had happened. She vaguely remembered losing control of the truck, but what caused her to do so remained a mystery.

Usually a cautious driver, Kara had never even been in a fender bender in her 10 years driving the Rigs. As she always had before long hauls such at this one, she'd made sure to eat and get a good sleep in before she set out on the road. The snow and ice didn't bother her, she was an expert at navigating through all weather hazards. So that the hell had happened?

A rustle on her right side caught her attention and she turned enough to see the strange man next to her. Who was he? Was he involved in the accident too or just here to help? And why were there no medics or cops here? This guy didn't look like either of those. Shouldn't she at least be hearing passing cars on the highway, if not sirens?

"What happened?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where are we? And who are you?"

 

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Robert didn't answer her questions immediately, instead only telling her, "You shouldn't move too much. You got banged up pretty bad. Just ... lay back. You're safe."

He'd expected her to be in pain, of course, and while he couldn't do anything about that, he could do something about making her more comfortable. While he'd been sitting there wondering what to say when the trucker came to -- assuming she did at all -- Robert had been eying some of the boxes and bag wrapped items. He's spied a big fluffy blanket in a transparent zipper bag as she was waking up, and now he stood and struggled through the toppled boxes to get to it. It was rather comical but he managed.

"This'll keep you warm," he said. He reached to his belt, pulled the folding knife from its holster, and cut through the zip tie securing the zipper. He fluffed it out and over the trucker, telling her with a whimsical tone, "Looks like some one's not getting their blanket from gramma this year."

Once she was all wrapped up, he was ready to begin answering questions. But as he was about to open his mouth, it occurred to Robert that she'd asked who he was. She KNOWS who I am. I'm the guy who put a gun to her back and told her to get behind the wheel. Two thoughts were battling for attention inside his still trembling skull. The first was Is it possible she doesn't remember who I am...? That she has ... um ... AMNESIA, that's what it's called. Some kind of traumatic brain injury...? And the second thought was Where the hell did my gun get off to? Probably lost forever in that fucking deep ass snow!

He eventually smiled politely -- with trembling lips -- and went with a tall tale that he hoped wouldn't unravel too soon. "My car was stuck in a snow drift and you graciously offered me a ride. Unfortunately, you lost control up there and ... well, here we are. You said something about something being in the road just before you swerved. Deer maybe...? Are there deer out here this time of the year?"

There weren't, of course. Anything round these parts bigger than a rat was either hibernating or living out on the plains away from all of this snow. Robert wouldn't know that, of course: he was a city boy big time, one of those men who would have thought brown milk came from brown cows if it wasn't for the Discovery Channel. He'd actually been on the way from one megapolis to another -- New York to Los Angeles -- when he'd run out of money and, fearing the attention of Authorities by robbing yet another convenient store, hijacked the truck instead.

"We need to do something about that cut on your head, though," he said, moving closer to her, then moving again because his new position had blocked the small amount of light coming through the partially opened door. "Do you have a first aid kit in the cab? If not--" He looked at the fallen Jenga pile of boxes, then finished, "--we might be able to find something in here."

 

[cbelle02]

Kara was a little frustrated that this man wasn't answering her questions. And she didn't appreciate him telling her what to do. But another attempt to sit up made her take his advice and just lay back.

She heard the sounds of the man ripping open one of the packages and opened her mouth to stop him. What did he think he was doing? But before she could say anything, he was wrapping the thick blanket around her shivering body, and the almost instant warmth made her hold her tongue.

"Thank you." She whispered softly after he spoke. "I'm sure the company will replace it. They'll just send another truck for the rest of this stuff..."

Kara didn't yet understand the full gravity of their situation. That they were stranded. In the snow and ice. With no help in sight. She was still under the impression that help would be on the way soon.

She looked over at the man as he spoke again, finally answering her questions. "My car was stuck in a snow drift and you graciously offered me a ride. Unfortunately, you lost control up there and ... well, here we are. You said something about something being in the road just before you swerved. Deer maybe...? Are there deer out here this time of the year?"

Kara's brow furrowed as she tried to piece together the story, trying to grasp onto some small bit that would jog her memory. Nothing. The last thing she remembered was pulling into a rest stop for food and a nap. Nothing after that. Kara was overly cautious and rarely picked up random strangers. And he said she'd lost control because of something in the road? Kara never lost control. And it would take something much bigger than a deer to make her swerve suddenly. If it'd been another car, wouldn't he have seen it as well? But she shook it off. Maybe she'd just made a bad judgment call.

"No...no deer around here..." She muttered. She wasn't sure whether to trust this complete stranger, but he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt her. And so far he'd been nice to her. So she stopped trying to make it all make sense and just relaxed back.


"We need to do something about that cut on your head, though," He said as he got up to rummage around the truck. Kara lifted a hand to her head, feeling for the first time the wetness of blood on her forehead. "Fuck..." She breathed

"Do you have a first aid kit in the cab?" He asked her. "If not, we might be able to find something in there."

"No...we should try to salvage all the packages we can. They can still be delivered..." She insisted. "There is a first aid kit under the driver's seat. I don't think I've ever even opened it."

While he was gone, she managed to pull herself up into a half sitting position, leaning against some of the boxes. This position allowed her a better view, though she still couldn't tell where they were. She could only see banks of white outside the door and all the toppled boxes inside.

She looked up when the man returned. "So, where are we? Did you call for help?" She asked, studying his face now that she was able to see it more clearly. She tried to remember offering him a ride, or the conversation prior, but came up empty.

"What's your name, anyway?" She asked before he had a chance to answer the first two questions, thinking a name might trigger a memory.

 

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Robert said he was going for the first aid kit, but instead he returned to where he'd come to minutes earlier. He stood in the white for a long while, just observing. Then, he began kicking around at anything dark colored that might be the hand gun he been clutching when the truck turned sideways and went over the embankment and down into the ravine.

There was nothing to be found here. The gun was history. He shrugged it off, circled around the trailers to the cab, and dug about until he found the first aid kit, still in its lock on the floor beneath the seat. He flipped the lever, removed it, and headed back to his crisis partner.

"So, where are we?" she asked as he crawled back into the trailer. "Did you call for help?"

He was about to answer when she hit him with the most basic of questions, "What's your name, anyway?"

He'd spun quite a tale about how they ended up down here together, so he decided to keep this part truthful and simple. "Robert. Robert Lee. And you?"

He waited for her response, then answered her other questions. "We're in the bottom of a very narrow ravine ... surrounded by steep cliffs and thick, impassable forests thick with snow. It'd be romantic if we were sitting by the fire in a log cabin with cocoa and S'mores, but ... we're not. And there won't be any calling for help." He reached into his pocket and removed the burner phone he'd bought at a mall kiosk days earlier. "No signal down here ... and your CB is smashed and the antennae snapped off, out somewhere in the snow, I guess. I could go back and look for your phone, but it's gonna be the same."

As he opened the kit and looked through it for what he needed, he looked up a couple of times and found her studying him. "Gemini. 34. I love long walks on the beach, puppies, and cuddling after a night of gentle love making." He watched her reaction, then laughed loudly. "Sorry. Just trying to ease what appears to be tension."

With his hands filled with what he needed to tend to her forehead, Robert said, Listen, Kara. We're gonna be alright. Soon as they realize your truck is missing, they'll send help. Pluck us out of here on a chopper like those fisherman on The Deadliest Catch last week. Did you see that one...? Pulled'em right up off the sinking boat, slicker than snot."

He reached up to clean the blood, then hesitated, looking her in the eyes. "And you don't have to worry about me. I'm a good guy. Ain't gonna hurt you a bit." He reached the swab up to her forehead, and as she jerked from the shot of pain, he feigned a grimace and said, "Okay ... so ... I'm gonna hurt you a bit now, but ... none after that ... promise."

As he continued cleaning, sterilizing, and bandaging Kara's wound, Robert was already fantasizing about all of the ways he could and -- in some cases -- would hurt Kara. Despite his assurances to her, Robert was not a good guy. There was a reason -- no, reasons! -- why the Feds had been chasing Robert Lee for six months and, in total, four thousand miles. And many of those reasons had a non-consensual sexual element to them...

 

[cbelle02]

"Robert Lee...like the general?" Kara smirked. "Your middle initial E too?" She shook her head. "I'm Kara. Wish I could say I was pleased to make your acquaintance, but under the circumstances..."

As if in agreement, he continued. "We're in the bottom of a very narrow ravine ... surrounded by steep cliffs and thick, impassable forests thick with snow. It'd be romantic if we were sitting by the fire in a log cabin with cocoa and S'mores, but ... we're not. And there won't be any calling for help."

Kara listened to him no visible reaction to his words. "Is there any signal? What about my CB?" She asked calmly.

Robert shook his head. "No signal down here ... and your CB is smashed and the antennae snapped off, out somewhere in the snow, I guess. I could go back and look for your phone, but it's gonna be the same."

"Right." She said with a sigh. She'd figured as much. "Fuck. So we're screwed then..."

She watched him as she opened the kit, pulling out the items he'd needed. After a moment, he glanced up and caught her eyes.

"Gemini. 34. I love long walks on the beach, puppies, and cuddling after a night of gentle love making." He said with a small smile.

The look she gave him must have been incredulous because he laughed out loud and apologized. "Listen Kara," He said, his voice taking on a soothing tone. "We're gonna be alright. Soon as they realize your truck is missing, they'll send help. Pluck us out of here on a chopper like those fisherman on The Deadliest Catch last week. Did you see that one...? Pulled'em right up off the sinking boat, slicker than snot."

She only shook her head in response. She didn't watch much tv. Her eyes followed his hand as it reached up to clean her would. But he stopped and she met his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about me. I'm a good guy. Ain't gonna hurt you a bit." He promised.

"That's exactly what a not good guy would say." She joked a bit, her own spirits lightening despite the situation. She still had a slight uneasiness about this guy that she couldn't quite place her finger on. But she chose to push it aside, chalking it up to her apparent amnesia.

"Ow fuck!" She cried, jerking back as he pressed the cotton swab against her head.

"Okay ... so ... I'm gonna hurt you a bit now, but ... none after that ... promise." He said, a little sheepishly.

"Yeah...if you say so." She muttered but sat patiently still as he finished cleaning the wound, managing to only wince a bit.

Once he'd finished and bandaged the wound she relaxed back again, pulling the blankets around her. In truth, the wound probably needed stitches, but her kit wasn't that high grade. This would have to do.

"Thank you." She sighed, looking around her at the toppled packages. "So...I had a bit of food in the cab, but not enough to last more than a day for two people. I guess...we could hope someone sent some cookies or fruitcakes for Christmas." She smirked a bit. "At least they'll actually get eaten this way."

She glanced up at him. "So...Robert E. Lee, what is it that you do for a living? Married? Kids? We're gonna be here a while, might as keep each other entertained."

 

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"So...I had a bit of food in the cab," she began, her mind returning to their survival. As Robert began glancing at the boxes, she continued, "but not enough to last more than a day for two people."

His lips spread in a smile and he worked his feet in between some of the toppled boxes to stand on the trailer's wall as she continued, "I guess...we could hope someone sent some cookies or fruitcakes for Christmas. At least they'll actually get eaten this way."

He retrieved a box with a logo he remembered from his children, Hickory Farms.

"So...Robert E. Lee, what is it that you do for a living? Married? Kids? We're gonna be here a while, might as keep each other entertained."

"I steal candy from the mouths of little babies," he said, lifting a fisted hand above him, then bringing it down upon the tape holding the top flaps of the box together. His hand went easily through, and when he pulled it out, it held a sleeve of garlic and onion crackers. He smiled widely to Kara and stuck the treat out toward her, saying, "Okay ... maybe not candy, but crackers. Hungry?"

 

[cbelle02]

"I steal candy from the mouths of little babies," Robert told her and Kara jumped when he punched through the box, then groaned from the pain the sudden movement caused. "Okay ... maybe not candy, but crackers. Hungry?"

"Actually, I'm starving." She gratefully took the package of crackers and pulled them open. "I had a few drinks up front in a small cooler. I don't know if they survived or not though." She told him, popping a cracker into her mouth.

"And you didn't answer my question. Being all mysterious doesn't exactly put me at ease..." She raised an eyebrow, offering him a cracker.

 

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Robert stuffed the cracker through his smiling lips. He studied her as he crushed, then swallowed the spicy treat, wondering just how much he should or shouldn't tell her about his true self. He decided to keep to the truth ... except for all of the illegal stuff for which he was now wanted in eight states and a Federal court.

"Not married. Never was, never will be. Don't place much emphasis on a piece of paper. Got children, though. Child actually. Daughter. Teenager now, 16 this past Christmas Eve. Emancipated from her--"

He hesitated before using his most oft used adjective describing his daughter's waistoid of a mother. Bad mouthing one woman to another woman was never a way to get into the pants of the another woman. And while Robert had already decided that he would be getting into Kara's pants at some point -- whether she wanted it or not -- he thought it might be easier to do it by not offending her with criticisms of her gender.

It wasn't as if Robert had a problem with women. He didn't. He had a problem with some women, but not the species as a whole. Every woman he'd ever ... mishandled over the years had either had it coming to them for some offense Robert had felt; or had owed him for some good deed he'd done for them. At least ... that was how Robert had felt. The Authorities hadn't felt the same way obviously, or he wouldn't have been in Country, State, and Federal jails so many times.

Robert may have been the reason Kara was down here in the bottom of this ravine, all banged up. But he was also the reason she was still alive, following his pulling her out of the cab and bringing her to this relative comfort and safety. In his mind, Kara owed him. Thus ... she would be parting her thighs for him ... soon.

He continued his statement about his daughter's mother, "--rather unhelpful mother just before the start of the school year. She's in a college prep' academy in L.A. That was where I was heading when we--"

Robert caught himself just as he was getting ready to say We met at the truck stop. He cleared his throat, ashamed of himself for almost fucking this up, then said, "When you picked me up at my car ... down the road."

He waggled his fingers for a second cracker, and as he munched it, he stood and began looking at the toppled boxes again. He cursed with a laugh, "Fucking Amazon." He looked to Kara, laughed again, then snatched up a small box in one hand and a plastic bag in another. "It's all Amazon. Jesus, they must be making a fortune." He started rummaging through boxes, turning them to look at the labels, repeating Amazon! after about three out of four. "Remember when all they used to sell was books...?" He glanced at Kara, then said, "No, you probably don't. Before your time. How old are you anyway?"

He continued to sort through the boxes as she responded, then suddenly lifted one into the air as if he was hoisting a newly won trophy. "Pay dirt!" He moved back to the wood crate he'd been sitting on and -- as he ripped the 4 inch by 4 inch by 12 inch long box open, he read from the label, "Attention Courier! Adult signature required for release!" He looked to Kara with an excited expression. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Robert reached into the box, tore at the shock-dampening packing, and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Nice! Oregon's Willamette Valley. Some good wines coming out of there now that global warming is changing the climate in California." He pulled out his knife again, skillfully cut off the metal safety foil, then clamped the bottle between powerful thighs and pushed the blade downward. He asked Kara, "You're not a wine snob are you? Only French or California ... only red or white? Me ... I drink'em all."

Suddenly the cork popped down into the bottle. Robert lifted it to his nose, feigning a connoisseur's test of approval, then sucked down a big gulp and held the bottle out to Kara. "Shall we get drunk?"

 

[cbelle02]

Kara listened as Robert told her about himself. He had a 16 year old, and if he'd been truthful about his age earlier, that meant he'd had her very young. And from his apparent feelings about her mother, it appeared it had probably been a teenage mistake. She couldn't judge him. She'd made similar mistakes and despite a few scares had never become pregnant.

"Wow...that had to be tough though, having a child that young. But it sounds like she's got quite the head on her shoulders, already independent and at a college prep school." Kara leaned against one of the boxes, pulling the blanket tighter around her, watching as the man rummaged around, noting the mostly Amazon packages.

"Remember when all they used to sell was books...?" He glanced at Kara, then said, "No, you probably don't. Before your time. How old are you anyway?"

Kara rolled her eyes. "Actually, I do remember. I'm 32."

She'd always looked young for her age and most people assumed she was in her early 20's. In fact, she often got asked where her father was when people saw her in the truck at stops. It was actually her father who had got her into the business, teaching her how to drive in the trucks he drove. She liked the freedom and getting paid to travel, even if it was just to deliver. Sometimes, she was able to squeeze in a little leisure time in the cities she traveled to and through.

She started to tell him a little about herself, but he didn't seem to be listening anymore as he rambled excitedly about his wine find. Her eyes drifted to the muscular thighs that gripped the bottle of wine as his expertly popped the cork with her knife. She realized for the first time that he seemed to be in great shape. She wondered again what he did for a living.

"You're not a wine snob are you?" He asked her, sounding a little judgmental. "Only French or California ... only red or white? Me ... I drink'em all." He offered her the bottle. "Shall we get drunk?"

Kara shook her head. "I drink what I like. Stop making assumptions about me." She said, reaching out to grab the bottle from him. "There's more to me than meets the eye." She said before taking a long swig.

She had no way of knowing the irony of her statement.

It was good wine. Whoever bought it had found the good medium between shitty cheap stuff and shitty expensive stuff. She was wary of getting drunk with a stranger, but hell, being a little tipsy might make their currently situation easier to deal with. Not to mention dulling her pain and warming her up.

"So..." She started again after they exchanged a few passes of the bottle. "I've never been married either. Don't intend to. Maybe I'll settle down one day but who knows? No kids. I started driving my own truck when I was 22 but I'd been driving with my dad for years before that. By the way, you never told me what you do for a living."

 

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"Actually, I do remember," Kara countered Robert's assumption. "I'm 32."

"Bull-shit!" he responded quickly, but she nodded the truth of her statement to him. Robert gave her another up and down ogle as he lifted the bottle to his lips again, saying with an obvious tone of approval, "Looking good, Kara."

When she said "There's more to me than meets the eye", Robert's eyes again dropped to her body. She may have been covered with a blanket, but the way she was laying under it -- and Robert's memory of cradling that body in his arms between the cab and trailer -- helped the man's imagination fill in the curves that were hid.

She explained about how she got into trucking, then -- after a few more passes of the bottle -- Kara reminded him, "By the way, you never told me what you do for a living."

Robert studied the trucker as he lifted the bottle again, then one more time to empty it. He lifted the bottle before his face, donned a disapproving expression, then tossed the empty out through the ajar door into the snow. He studied her again for a long moment, then said, "I'm ... between jobs at the moment." His lips spread in a knowing smirk as he continued, "I have some people very interested in having me--"

The Feds, the New York State Patrol, Philadelphia Police... he thought, knowing that he could continue to list the different jurisdictions for a full minute and probably still forget some. He continued, "--but ... I really don't know if I want to be with them. Know what I mean...?"

As she responded, Robert stood again and began studying the toppled boxes. After a moment he said, "You know ... FexEx is probably going to write off this entire trailer as a loss ... refund everyone ... donate this stuff to Goodwill or St. Vincent de Paul or some other do-gooder organization. So ... I'm thinking..."

He lifted his fisted hand again and brought it down with a slam upon a random, poorly taped box. He reached inside and pulled out a lamp shade, giving it a long look and a laugh. He looked to Kara, asking, "Don't suppose you need a ... naw ... somehow I don't think..."

He tossed it aside, then pounded open another box, then another, then another yet, ignoring Kara's response to his violation of the personal boxes. He found a 20 pound bag of dog food, a series of soft back books about Latin America History, and a battery operated doll that -- according to the tag hanging from her arm -- was capable of answering 100 questions commonly asked of dolls by their young owners.

Robert was beginning to get frustrated by the time he'd ripped open his seventh box when he paused. His face lit up as he looked to Kara with a broad smile. He pulled from the cardboard box a smaller display box with a picture on the side.

As he turned toward Kara, Robert ripped open the package and lofted the set out before him. "Nice, huh? I'd like to see you in these."

It was obvious from Robert's tone that he wasn't just kidding. He was serious.

 

[cbelle02]

Robert didn't answer he question right away, first finishing the bottle of wine and tossing it out the back door. Finally he looked over at her. "I'm ... between jobs at the moment." He said and she raised an eyebrow. "I have some people interested in having me, but I really don't know if I want to be with then. Know what I mean?"

Kara shrugged. "Well...way I see it, the job market's tough. If someone's offering you a job, it's better than having nothing, right? Must be nice to have enough money to be picky right now..."

He seemed to no longer be paying attention as he stood to peruse the boxes. "You know ... FexEx is probably going to write off this entire trailer as a loss ... refund everyone ... donate this stuff to Goodwill or St. Vincent de Paul or some other do-gooder organization. So ... I'm thinking..."

Kara winced as he started pounding through the boxes. She started to stop him, but he was right. If their situation was as he said, it might be days before they're found. They might need this stuff to survive.

"God, why can't you just use your pocket knife?" She finally asked after he'd punched through a few more boxes. But he continued his method, tossing aside random items and gifts.

Finally, he stopped at something Kara couldn't quite make out. He ripped open the packaging and held up the little outfit. Kara smirked at him. It was cute, but not really her style.

But then he said, "Nice, huh? I'd like to see you in these." His tone was not a teasing one and again, Kara sensed something not quite right about him. Had she not just had so much wine, she might be more inclined to be wary of him.

Instead, she chalked it up to his being tipsy and just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure. One, that's not my style at all." She said, referring to her jeans and flannel shirt she had on. "And two, it's fucking freezing. Do you want me to die of hypothermia?" She shook her head. "Not on your life." She pulled the blanket more tightly around her, and turned away from him.

"I have a splitting headache, so can you please stop punching through the fucking boxes?" She asked, holding a hand to her head.

 

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Robert was disappointed but not surprised by Kara's lack of excitement about donning the tiny, sexy garb. He turned it this way and that, looking it over, before pointing to the two buttons that would be at the front of the wearer's hips, flanking her groin. He told her with a smirk, "These aren't decoration, they're real."

He undid one to illustrate how opening both would totally expose a woman's personal area to her lover. Kara obviously wasn't impressed and was even more dead set against donning it.

"I have a splitting headache," she told him as she snuggled under the blanket, "so can you please stop punching through the fucking boxes?"

"Fucking boxes," Robert mimicked, setting the skimpy outfit aside. He feigned an apologetic grimace, then pulled out his big knife and flashed the blade in the air before Kara. He gave her form another once over -- an ominous glance as he was armed with a dangerous weapon -- and said, "As the lady requests."

He turned away and began surveying boxes again. He didn't see anything that seemed to be what he was looking for, so he started pushing them about exposing new ones. The 53' long cargo container in which they were hiding from Mother Nature had been about 75% filled, so when the crash occurred, boxes spilled in such a way that there wasn't a lot of open space. Robert and Kara only had about three or four feet to move about here at the end of the trailer as it was.

Robert began cutting open more boxes, revealing things of great interest -- though still not what he was after -- and things of little to no interest at all. After about a dozen boxes, he saw a transparent bag and called out, "Pay dirt ... again!" He struggled over some boxes, crushing some of them below his feet and knees, and came back with a large, thick sleeping bag. He read off the label,"Rated for 30 below ... extra large."

He looked to Kara off and on as he unzipped the cover and pulled the bag out, untying the strings holding it closed. He offered it out, saying, "You give me the blanket, and I'll hang it across the door to keep the wind out ... and I'll give you the sleeping bag so you won't be cold and maybe freeze to death. Sound good?"

It was a gimme that Kara was going to agree to the deal, but before she could get her hand on the bag, Robert pulled it back out of her reach and held the red outfit up for her to see. He said with obvious seriousness, "But you have to put this on first."

 

[cbelle02]

Kara attempted to ignore Robert as he continued going through boxes. Then he shouted again and she looked up. He was holding a large sleeping bag. Good, maybe they wouldn't die of hypothermia. A blanket and a sleeping bag should be sufficient to keep most of the cold out.

Robert offered it to her. "You give me the blanket, and I'll hang it across the door to keep the wind out ... and I'll give you the sleeping bag so you won't be cold and maybe freeze to death. Sound good?"

Kara looked at him skeptically. But finally she reached out for the bag just to have him yank it back. He held up the little red number from before. "But you have to put this on first."

Kara glared at him in disgust and pulled her hand back. "Ugh, fuck you! Keep the fucking sleeping bag. I'll keep the blanket."

She moved to pull it tighter around herself but before she could, Robert stepped forward and grabbed it, ripping it from her surprised hands.

"What the fuck--" She gasped as he shoved the red suit at her. "Put this on or I'll fucking put it on you!" He demanded, his voice brusque and ominous as he loomed over her.

Kara instinctively shrank back, a glimmer of fear in her eyes. But she would never cower to anyone. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

Her shocked expression turned to a glare. "Who the FUCK do you think you are? Is that what you think of women? That we're here for you to use and dress up for your viewing pleasure as you wish? I should have left your disgusting ass on the side of the road!"

She made no move to take the suit nor did she try to move away. Not that she could have moved far in the crowded trailer. But she stood her ground.

 

[tonyroleplays]

Even before Kara had finished chastising Robert, he was stepping toward her and kicking aside some of the opened and crushed boxes. He could see in her eyes that she knew what was coming, and he could see in her posture -- the way she began pulling her legs up toward her torso and her hands toward her chest -- that she was preparing herself to stop it before it came. Robert had an idea that this likely wasn't the first time Kara had found herself about to be assaulted by a man, whether stranger, friend, or loved one. The statistics of assault -- sexual or not -- against women were staggering, a fact that became worse when you considered that most such violence was, for one reason or another, never even reported.

Robert might have felt bad for Kara and other such women if it wasn't for the fact that he enjoyed his women with a touch of reluctance. He reached out with a flash and grasped the truck driver by her left arm -- knowing that that particular shoulder had been giving her troubles -- and twisted it around sharply. Kara let out a shriek of pain and was unable to fight his advance, allowing him to roll her to her side, then -- with a forceful push from his second hand -- to her belly atop the crushed boxes.

He was atop her in a split second, using his seventy pound advantage to press her into the cargo as he grasped a handful of hair, pulled her head back, and -- with his mouth close to her ear -- whispered with a growling voice, "Who the fuck do I think I am...? I'm the guy who pulled you out of the freezing cold ... saved your fat trucker ass--"

Kara had a nicely rounded ass but it was far from fat, but Robert was beginning his roll, attempting to set a tone in which Kara might actually think that Robert was somehow due what he was going to take, with or without permission. Sometimes it worked: fewer than half of the women Robert had sexually assaulted over the course of his horrific spree of rape had ever reported the attacks. But, as was obvious by the fact that he had a dozen warrants out for his arrest, sometimes it didn't work.

He continued answering Kara's questions as one hand continued to hold her head back forcefully while the other began clawing around her belly, trying to unfasten her belt and pant's button to allow their shedding. "Is that what I think of women...? That they're for my viewing pleasure...?

Despite the fierce fight Kara was putting up, the heavier, stronger Robert managed to rip her pants and panties both down from her waist to just below her firm buttocks. As he continued, he began working on loosing his own pants. "And you couldn't have left my disgusting ass on the side of the road ... because you didn't pick me up on the side of the road, you stupid, amnesiac bitch."

Robert didn't explain that last part farther as he managed to get his cock out into the open -- feeling a sudden shot of dry, chill air upon his warm skin -- and tried to get it between Kara's legs to park it in a much warmer, wetter place.

 

[cbelle02]

Kara cried out in sudden pain as the man twisted her arm behind her, pushing her forward. She wasn't a fragile girl, but the man was able to use his weight to his advantage, pushing her atop a pile of boxes. She gasped as he pulled her hair, snarling into her ear.

Her legs kicked out, trying to roll him off of her, but he was much stronger and seemed to expect every move. As if he'd done this before. The thought sent a bolt of fear through her as his fingers ripped at her pants belt and pants.

"And you couldn't have left my disgusting ass on the side of the road ... because you didn't pick me up on the side of the road, you stupid, amnesiac bitch." He growled harshly and a sinking feeling of cold realization washed over her. A flash of a gun pointed to her head, being forced into the truck...those weren't just memories of dreams.

She wasn't ready to give up just yet though, not after this. She spat back at him. "So you think I'm supposed to owe you because you pulled me out of the snow, when you fucking hi jacked me in the first place? That's fucking logical."

Kara felt him trying to force her legs apart, felt the hard slab of flesh press against her thigh. She cringed in disgust and managed to get her free hand around enough to press her nails hard into any part of his flesh she could find. Truth was, she too had done this before and she knew how to fight back. She wasn't one to just lie down at take it.

It only jarred him long enough for her to roll partially away. He was still much bigger and stronger but at least she had the vantage of being able to see what he was doing. "Didn't anyone ever tell you you catch more flies with honey?" She rasped, "Than with kidnapping them and forcing yourself on them?"