#7 (continued)What? You wake alarmed."Sorry 'bout that," Bob says, "Swerved to miss a dog on the road. That puppy's gonna get hurt."You rub your eyes and sit up. "Man, I miss my pooch," Bob says, mostly to himself. It's dark. The road is deserted. "What time is it?" You wonder if he's going to drive straight through. "Bout' time you woke up," he smiles. "Three in the morning." He yawns. "Wow, how do you do it?" you ask. "The trick is to keep the trip interesting," he says. "Well, I'm sorry I conked out on you, then.""Aw, no problem. But now that you're up, maybe you can, how did you put it, return the favor.""Sure. What?""You can do me," he says."What?"You hear him unzip his jeans in the darkness. "Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. Don't tell me you haven't done it before."You're still half-asleep. What's going on? What do you say? "Uh, that's not my style, man. Sorry." Good answer. A clear no, without starting a fight.The brakes screech and you're thrown forward against the dash. Bob quickly pulls the truck to the side of the road. "Get out," he says. You stare at him. "You serious?""Get the hell out," he says again. He jerks his fist back as if he is ready to punch you. You grab for the door handle, but this isn't your car and you can't find it fast enough. His fingers grab at the back of your neck. Ah, there's the door release. You jump out and he loses his hold on your neck. The pick-up screeches away with the door wide open. My stuff! But he swerves, the door slams shut, and he doesn't stop.
