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“What! Why?” Emma asked. “Why do we have to run? We had a deal he’d take us this far and he did. I don’t –“
“Oh for fuck sake, shut up.” Red head said, good humouredly. “He’s gross! He’s been hitting on me the whole way; really freaking me the fuck out.  I think he might try something. Trust me, its better if we leg it, OK? You think you can do that Ms. Grand Theft Auto.”
Emma grinned. If there had been a semblance of remorse at the idea of mercilessly, and without cause, doing something so malign it was gone in a moment without so much as a footprint. “I do love a good chase,” she said jokingly, brushing her uncertainty aside. Red laughed. “I thought so. OK, here he comes. Now try and be fucking pleasant. I want to take his wallet with us when we go.” As she finished speaking, the trucker, carrying a tray laden with chocolate milkshakes and curly fries, stumbled over and took a seat beside Red.
“Chocolate for you and me, Vanilla for the Red Head,” He said, grinning in ridiculously large proportions, handing Emma her cup laden with ice-cream and a yellow, plastic spoon. His teeth were yellow also, with occasionally brown stain. He smelt of sour milk, month old sex sheets, engine oil and oven grease. What little hair he had left was grown out and combed over the top of his cranium to hide the worst. Emma’s nose wrinkled in disgust, but immediately regained composure. Beneath the table her foot came up to touch the trucker’s heifer sized leg.  His eyes lit up like Jack-o-lanterns. Emma shuddered, again, more visibly. He took it to mean she was tired. “Long drive, huh?” He asked, shovelling a wad of chocolate ice cream into his gob with a nonchalant chewing that was only attractive on the under twenty.
She could feel Red’s gaze. It was time to play her part.  Resisting the urge to throw up, she giggled and smiled coyly. “I’ve had longer,” she said abusing the spoon with her tongue shamelessly. The sexual connotation was unmistakable. The trucker coughed up a little ice cream speckled spittle onto his lower lip. His serpentine slits for eyes slid down across her body, and he almost leant back in open contentment. Red inched in closer, silently. Trucker laughed, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”  He moved closer as he spoke.
“I have an idea,” Red cooed into Trucker’s ear, “How about the three of us get a room, OK? That way we can have a bit more fun.” If Trucker hadn’t looked delighted with the turn of things, especially on Emma’s part, before, he definitely was now. Red smiled sweetly at him, “Whaddaya say?”
They made their escape very soon after that. Trucker had needed to use the “pisser”. He had nudged the table violently as he got up, knocking the half empty ice cream cups to their sides and scattered, crusty, uneaten curly fries. He had grinned sheepishly, and then curled his finger under Emma’s chin. The touch made Emma want to recoil. Red blew him a kiss, which he caught. Then he swaggered away towards a white door marked with a little blue stick-man. Somewhere between Emma’s sudden attentions, and the calls of his small bladder, the trucker had reverted back to his boyhood days. There was an overly done cocky edge to his red-neck swagger. Emma looked at Red; Red met her gaze. A pink smile unfolded on the mouth of the latter and was returned instantly by the former. Red’s hand rushed up from under the table, a worn, good sized, wallet pinched smartly between its fingers. Then the laughing started, and they raced from the restaurant without a backwards glance, into one of the many back alleys that criss-crossed the town. They stopped once to ask for directions, and then didn’t slacken the pace until they had reached the bus station.
With a huff Red collapsed against the ticket booth, Emma tumbled into her moments later. Instantly the belly-aching laughter recommenced. “Oh my fucking God!” Emma cackled. Suddenly Red straightened up, her eyes still alight with laughter she pulled Emma’s face towards her. “You were fucking brilliant,” She said, gazing steadily into Emma’s eyes. Red had bright green eyes. They sort of jumped out at you and snarled playfully. Emma wished her eyes weren’t light brown. She felt boring and plain in comparison. Red had pulled out the wallet from her pocket, and was conversing with the ticket booth lady in the worn two piece suit. “I can’t believe he actually has a wallet,” She said, making a face as she pulled out all the green. Emma howled and punched the air at the sight. “Motherfucker was loaded!” said Red.
“Guess we oughta  find ourselves a truck. There’s seems to be money to be made in being fat and gross and perverted.”
“Why bother when we can just fuck the fat, the gross, and perverted outta their loot?” replied red casually. “Like fucking pirates.”
“Arghh!”
“Meow,”
“You’re change Ms.?”
                                                                   Chapter two

The bus ride was long and exhausting. “I’ll bet that whatever he wanted to show me wasn’t half as long as this,” Emma joked, a few hours into the ride. Red burst into impudent laughter. A few heads turned in their seats.

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“What! Why?” Emma asked. “Why do we have to run? We had a deal he’d take us this far and he did. I don’t –“
“Oh for fuck sake, shut up.” Red head said, good humouredly. “He’s gross! He’s been hitting on me the whole way; really freaking me the fuck out.  I think he might try something. Trust me, its better if we leg it, OK? You think you can do that Ms. Grand Theft Auto.”
Emma grinned. If there had been a semblance of remorse at the idea of mercilessly, and without cause, doing something so malign it was gone in a moment without so much as a footprint. “I do love a good chase,” she said jokingly, brushing her uncertainty aside. Red laughed. “I thought so. OK, here he comes. Now try and be fucking pleasant. I want to take his wallet with us when we go.” As she finished speaking, the trucker, carrying a tray laden with chocolate milkshakes and curly fries, stumbled over and took a seat beside Red.
“Chocolate for you and me, Vanilla for the Red Head,” He said, grinning in ridiculously large proportions, handing Emma her cup laden with ice-cream and a yellow, plastic spoon. His teeth were yellow also, with occasionally brown stain. He smelt of sour milk, month old sex sheets, engine oil and oven grease. What little hair he had left was grown out and combed over the top of his cranium to hide the worst. Emma’s nose wrinkled in disgust, but immediately regained composure. Beneath the table her foot came up to touch the trucker’s heifer sized leg.  His eyes lit up like Jack-o-lanterns. Emma shuddered, again, more visibly. He took it to mean she was tired. “Long drive, huh?” He asked, shovelling a wad of chocolate ice cream into his gob with a nonchalant chewing that was only attractive on the under twenty.
She could feel Red’s gaze. It was time to play her part.  Resisting the urge to throw up, she giggled and smiled coyly. “I’ve had longer,” she said abusing the spoon with her tongue shamelessly. The sexual connotation was unmistakable. The trucker coughed up a little ice cream speckled spittle onto his lower lip. His serpentine slits for eyes slid down across her body, and he almost leant back in open contentment. Red inched in closer, silently. Trucker laughed, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”  He moved closer as he spoke.
“I have an idea,” Red cooed into Trucker’s ear, “How about the three of us get a room, OK? That way we can have a bit more fun.” If Trucker hadn’t looked delighted with the turn of things, especially on Emma’s part, before, he definitely was now. Red smiled sweetly at him, “Whaddaya say?”
They made their escape very soon after that. Trucker had needed to use the “pisser”. He had nudged the table violently as he got up, knocking the half empty ice cream cups to their sides and scattered, crusty, uneaten curly fries. He had grinned sheepishly, and then curled his finger under Emma’s chin. The touch made Emma want to recoil. Red blew him a kiss, which he caught. Then he swaggered away towards a white door marked with a little blue stick-man. Somewhere between Emma’s sudden attentions, and the calls of his small bladder, the trucker had reverted back to his boyhood days. There was an overly done cocky edge to his red-neck swagger. Emma looked at Red; Red met her gaze. A pink smile unfolded on the mouth of the latter and was returned instantly by the former. Red’s hand rushed up from under the table, a worn, good sized, wallet pinched smartly between its fingers. Then the laughing started, and they raced from the restaurant without a backwards glance, into one of the many back alleys that criss-crossed the town. They stopped once to ask for directions, and then didn’t slacken the pace until they had reached the bus station.
With a huff Red collapsed against the ticket booth, Emma tumbled into her moments later. Instantly the belly-aching laughter recommenced. “Oh my fucking God!” Emma cackled. Suddenly Red straightened up, her eyes still alight with laughter she pulled Emma’s face towards her. “You were fucking brilliant,” She said, gazing steadily into Emma’s eyes. Red had bright green eyes. They sort of jumped out at you and snarled playfully. Emma wished her eyes weren’t light brown. She felt boring and plain in comparison. Red had pulled out the wallet from her pocket, and was conversing with the ticket booth lady in the worn two piece suit. “I can’t believe he actually has a wallet,” She said, making a face as she pulled out all the green. Emma howled and punched the air at the sight. “Motherfucker was loaded!” said Red.
“Guess we oughta  find ourselves a truck. There’s seems to be money to be made in being fat and gross and perverted.”
“Why bother when we can just fuck the fat, the gross, and perverted outta their loot?” replied red casually. “Like fucking pirates.”
“Arghh!”
“Meow,”
“You’re change Ms.?”
                                                                   Chapter two

The bus ride was long and exhausting. “I’ll bet that whatever he wanted to show me wasn’t half as long as this,” Emma joked, a few hours into the ride. Red burst into impudent laughter. A few heads turned in their seats.