Jim, and the posh girl, walk out of the greasy joint and head towards his tanker truck. He helps her up the high step, into the passenger side of the cab. She appears so small compared to the huge size of the truck. As Jim shuts the cab door over, he has a smug grin on his face. He clocked her legs, as she entered the cab: this is my lucky day, and it’s all too easy, he probably thought. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
The girl sits on the passenger side, of the big bench-seat, inside the cab. Jim bangs her door over. This makes her flinch. She fixes her hair, as her wide eyes adjust to the cab environment.
Jim then appears, through the door, from the driver’s side. As he gets in, he glances at her, with a stupid grin on his face. She looks away, but inadvertently displays her legs, as she crosses them. Jim takes a gasp of breath and then fires up the truck.
