Then he focussed his blurry vision and realized it was the crash guard that should have been anchored to the truck’s frame, right behind the sleeper. “Chrissy, it’s getting colder out there. Right?”. “Ow-w-w-w-w! I’ll keep your fucking hand down there until the fucking thing freezes to me before I’ll fucking let you stop, you bastard! In fact, would you promise me that if we aren’t gonna make it, you’ll fuck me while I freeze to death?”. Again. Chrissy!! Where was the sleeper? Let’s see what you’ve broken and injured first. At least if he was going to die out here, he’d have a pretty girl to keep him company until he met his maker. “I don’t know how you did it, fella, but you saved her life out there. “I’m sorry, Chrissy. Now, if he could just get the stupid seatbelt undone, maybe he could push that seat off him and get out of this metal coffin.
