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divine intervention happened.
    The roller door at the back of the truck popped up.  Just
like that.  We hit a bump and pop , it was up.
    It took me a few minutes of staring at the dark forested
road disappearing in front of my eyes to realize I had a chance at freedom.  It
took me a few more minutes of deliberation before I made my decision.  But in
the end what did I have to lose?
    So I did it. 
    I threw myself out the back of a fast moving delivery van
and prayed to god that I survived the fall.
    I did.
    And now, looking over at the tired, sexy biker man who saved
me from the side of the road, I realise I still need to run.
     

Chapter Three
    Even Crying Hurts
     
    Looking slowly around me, I try to decide what looks
‘stealable’ to wear.  I’m currently naked and I’m sensing there wasn’t much of
my own clothing left on me before they undressed me anyway.  Even in my current
pain ridden state, I look around the filthy room and decide I can’t wear
anything that is lying on the floor.  It would just be insanitary.
    Noticing a large tallboy covered in more ‘crap’ over to the
side of the room, I decide it is the best place to start my search for clean
clothes.  Grimacing as I move, I feel the Fires of Hell descend on my back and
ass as I start to slide myself towards the edge of the bed.  Clenching my fingers
against my palms, I stifle the urge to cry out as I finally shuffle my way
carefully to the edge of the bed.
    It is as I start swinging my feet to the floor that I hear a
snuffle and the snoring stops.  Instantaneously alert and terrified Jake is
awake; I freeze and turn slowly to see what he is doing.  Studying him
carefully, I watch as his chest continues to rise and fall in a steady rhythm
and I realize he has only stopped snoring.  He’s still asleep.
    Thank God.
    Gently placing my bare feet on the floor, I feel more
burning and pulling across my back and left ass cheek.  My ribs grab and my
shoulder twangs.
    Great.
    With another snuffle, Jake resumes his snoring again.   Even
though it is a sound that right now I want to hear, it still makes me
jump.  My nerves really are shot.  Standing slowly, I am pleased with myself
for having made it this far.  Turning around, I gingerly pull a blanket from
the bed and wrap it around myself for cover.
    With one final check that Jake is still snoring, I start
shuffling my way slowly towards the tall boy.
    Reaching my destination I pull the top drawer open and
almost do a happy dance on the spot.
    Clean t-shirts.
    Grabbing the first one available, I quickly drag it over my
head and let the blanket drop to the ground at my feet.  The shirt is about
thirty sizes too big on me and built for a Hulk.  It hangs to my knees.  It’s
also black and soft cotton and I dig the big Harley Davidson logo on its
front.  This shirt’s a keeper.
    Wondering what I will find in the next drawer, I slowly
slide the top drawer closed and start working on the second drawer.  It is as I
am slowly inching the second drawer open that I hear a deep rumbling voice
coming from near the bed.
    “Good idea sweetheart, but don’t think gettin’ dressed means
you’re leavin’.”
    Fuck.
    “I have to go,” I mumble to the tall boy drawer as I
continue to slide it open.  Finding various shades of blue jeans, I slide it
shut again.  There is no way I am going to be able to fit into Hulk jeans.
    Grabbing for the next drawer, I yank it open a little more
desperately and find jumpers.   This is starting to get annoying.
    Still hoping I might find some tracksuit pants or boxer
shorts in the fourth drawer, I start to bend down.  Unfortunately I hit a point
where the pain of the skin stretching on my back makes me yelp in agony and I
am forced to stop.
    “Get back in bed woman,” Jake’s gravelly voice slices
through the air.
    “I have to go,” I announce again, despair etching my voice
this time.
    Thinking that I might be able to squat down to get to the
bottom