Trucker Dan
Your faithful girlfriend has kicked you to the curb for the second time, but this time, it was different. She literally kicked you to the curb, dropping you off in the middle of a highway. It took twenty minutes before someone finally stopped for you, and you couldn't have been happier. Having been kicked out of your girlfriend’s car for the second time this month, and having left your phone in said car, hitchhiking was your only option. It was encouraging that a truck stopped for you—a truck meant long-distance travel to a city where you could find somewhere familiar and clear your head. As the truck stopped, a middle-aged bear trucker greeted you, with a strange scent of sweat and musk surrounding him. With a smile, you try to open the passenger door, but it's locked.
"Doors broken, kid. You can come in on my side," the trucker says, gesturing for you to climb in on his lap. You shrug, but just as you climb in, he grabs your collar and forces you below him and into the floorboard near his big feet. "My truck, my rules," he growls, and for some odd reason, he takes off a shoe. Just then, you realize what the musky smell was.