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She felt his hands rub gently up her side, her shirt pulled up at the same time. He gently released her bra, moving his hand beneath the now loose fabric. She felt a blissful, tingling sensation flitter across her body, and she heard a groan escape her mouth. Oh, Derek. She thought. Then she paused. That didn’t make sense. Derek hadn’t ever done anything like that.

As Hayley slowly awoke, she continued to feel the same sensations from her dream. She opened her eyes, the interior of the truck dimly lit by the early morning sun. Surprise washed over her as she realized why her dream had seemed so realistic. Brennan was feeling her up! She quickly sat up and pushed herself to the passenger side of the cab.

“What were you doing, you pervert?” Hayley shrieked as she adjusted her clothing back onto her body. She still had his coat and she held it up against her as a protective barrier.

Brennan looked at her, a guilty look on his face. “I’m sorry, Theresa. You’re just so hot I couldn’t help myself.”

Hayley glared at him. She was so angry, she could hardly speak. “You disgust me.”

She shoved her fists into the sleeves of his coat and shrugged it onto her shoulders. Her fingers found the door handle. She pulled, releasing the latch. Never taking her eyes off Brennan for a second, she jumped awkwardly out of the truck and slammed the door shut behind her.

She saw him move to open his own door, and she turned away in a desperate sprint towards the old fashioned gas station. It was one of those stations that looked condemned at first glance, almost like it was frozen in the 1980s and the owner had neglected to clean up for twenty plus years.

The wind was still whipping down the street from the north, bitterly cold against her face. She reached the glass door and pushed on the bar. It refused to give. She was locked out.

She peered through the door, trying to see the interior. She could see a counter off to the left and a few rows of concessions to the right. She spied a single light emanating from the hallway by the counter, and hope leapt within her. Perhaps someone was there.

“Hello? Please open up! Let me in!” Hayley yelled. She hit her hand against the glass hoping whoever was there would hear her.

“Theresa!”

Brennan caught up to her and tried to pull her away from the door, but she resisted. With one hand gripping the bar, and the other fighting off Brennan, she held her ground.

“Brennan, get off me!” Hayley kept her eyes riveted on the hallway hoping for a figure to emerge soon. “Hello! Help me!”

“Theresa. Stop that.” Brennan managed to get his arms around her body, below her breasts, but above her stomach. He reached down and grabbed her legs, and then with a heave, he lifted her up off the ground and into his arms.

“I know I shouldn’t have touched you like that while you were asleep, but you have to admit, you did seem to enjoy it.” Brennan spoke soothingly to her, a stark contrast to the harsh weather swirling around them.

Hayley tried to pry herself from him, but he held her tight. He started to walk back to the truck, Hayley screaming into his ear the entire time. He opened the driver’s side door and dropped her on her back in the middle part of the seat. While gripping both her wrists against her chest with his left hand, he got into the cab and straddled her.

She looked at him, her mind racing. “What are you doing Brennan? GET OFF ME!” She screamed as loud as she could, while trying to wrest her hands free. But his hold on her was surprisingly strong.

“Shhh. This won’t take long.” Brennan continued to speak in a soothing voice, acting as if Hayley wasn’t screaming her head off.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an older looking switch blade. Hayley gasped in fear, her eyes growing wide in surprise. He pressed the button on the side, releasing the blade, and reached over to the passenger door. She twisted her head back to see just what he was doing with that knife. Brennan had pushed in the peg that allowed passengers to manually lock or unlock the door, and was methodically sawing the blade back and forth across the base of it.

“What are you doing that for?” She demanded.

“So you don’t run off again.” Brennan replied simply.

He closed the blade, put it back in his pants pocket, and snapped off the plastic lock with a pop. He then proceeded to twist his upper torso back and awkwardly closed the driver’s side door with a thud, closing off the sound of the wind outside.

With his body still partially contorted, his grip on her hands slipped just enough for her to free one of her hands. With lightning quick speed she reached for his pocket which had the switch blade, but Brennan was just a split second quicker. He grabbed her hand and held it out away from his body.

“Sorry, can’t let you do that.”

“What the hell are you doing Brennan? Let me up already.”

“I was just about to, but I think I’ve changed my mind.” Brennan grinned, laughter hiding behind his words.