Brent zipped his coat up tighter, opened the door and stepped out into the frigid air. He opened his hood - the
universal trouble signal and stood beside his car waiting for someone to come down the road. It was less than five
minutes later that he saw a semi truck coming down the road. He raised both his hands as a signal and as the truck
went by he saw the brake lights on as the truck moved to the side of the road. It took about 60 yards for the truck to
stop. Brent ran up to it stepped up to the passenger door and opened it.
 The warmth of the cab was welcome as he quickly climbed in to the heat. He then took his first look at the driver of
the truck. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a woman. A beautiful woman at that. She was wearing a
loose fitting button up shirt, jeans and running shoes. Her long hair fell down her back in a shower.ÂÂ
She smiled at him, “Trouble?”
“Yes, damn cold out there I’ll tell you. My car died about 45 minutes ago and I’m about numb.”
“I would think so”
“I’ve called for a tow truck and it won’t be here for at least a half hour. Can I get a ride to the city, or have you got
time to wait until the tuck gets here?”
“Well I do have a schedule to keep. I can give you a lift though. Do you know where they are taking your car?”
“Yeah, they told me the dealership it was going to”
“Ok good, let’s roll then”, she replied as she slipped the truck into gear and started to move ahead. She was soon up to
highway speed.
Once she had finished shifting gears, she turned to Brent, reached out her hand and said, “I’m Kris by the way.”
Brent took her hand, and answered, “Nice to meet you Kris, I’m Brent.”
“Oh, you’re hands are freezing!” she said. “I’ve got the heat turned as high as it will go in this thing; I hope you’re
warming up.”
“Yes, it’s great, thanks. I thought I was going to freeze to death. I’m ok now except my hands and feet.”
“Well take your shoes off, the heat will get to them sooner.”
“Ok, thanks” Brent replied as he slipped of his shoes and slid his feet into the heat from the blower.
“No problem, make yourself comfortable, we have about an hour and a half to get to the city.” Kris responded.  To be
honest it’s nice to have some company for a change. I haven’t had anyone to talk to except waitresses for six days.ÂÂ
I’ve never picked up a hitchhiker before actually. I’ve been warned against it, there’s lots of freaks out there. You’re
not a serial killer or pervert are you?” she giggled.
“Not a serial killer for sure……define pervert” Brent answered with a chuckle.
“Ha ha….. I see”, she smiled to herself. “So Brent the pervert is it?”
“Not lately”, Brent answered. For some reason he felt comfortable with this easygoing friendly woman. As they
chatted he proceeded to tell her all about his passionless marriage and that this trip was to provide the opportunity for
him to experience passion again. She in turn told him about her present lack of involvement due to her work. She
spent twenty five days a month away from home. Most nights were spent in her rig, which she explained was her ‘true’
home.