I was working on the delivery truck delivering the final packages before Christmas. As I was the youngest driver in the firm, and unmarried, I had the longest route. By the time I got back to the Distribution Center everyone else would be gone. At least the heater in this truck worked. Itโs cold outside on Christmas Eve.
I was out near Hopkins Corner with a near-empty truck when I saw her on the side of the road, waving me down. As I slowed, I saw a mass of dark hair blowing in the wind, and a black sheath evening dress under a wrap of dark crimson. I stopped the truck on past her and climbed out.
She was making her way to the truck as best she could in her 4-inch heels, stumbling over ice from the snow plows after our last snow. I ran to her and grabbed her arm as she stumbled and fell against me. I could feel her lithe body and the heat rolled off of her as the wrap flew open and her low-cut gown showed her nice cleavage. She gasped, โI thought I was going to die out here!โ
I hurried her to the truck and lifted her to the cabin, my hands sliding from her waist to her rounded hips as she clambered into the seat, then slid over onto the boxes stacked there. I could see the relief in her face as the heat hit her, and she realized her safety. But the time I got into the seat and closed the door, she was wracked with sobs as the stress and adrenaline hit her system. I put my arms around her.