Daniel pulled the jeep to the side of the road, and sat behind the wheel. Laurie seemed oblivious to what had just happened, she was still gladly moving her head up and down, sucking madly on his cock. He had to put a hand on Laurie's head and lift her away from his throbbing cock in order to get her attention. She sat up slowly, and looked at him, wondering if she had done something wrong.
"The truck that sped past us, it drove off the side of the road," explained Daniel, noticing the dejected look on her face. "We have to see if there's anything we can do to help."
Before stepping out of the jeep, Daniel slid his softening cock into his shorts, and zipped them back up. He didn't want to get out and have it waving in the wind, especially if he needed to help the truck driver. Laurie got out of the other side of the jeep and walked slowly behind Daniel to the edge of the road. What she saw made her gasp in surprise.
The truck was lying on its side, the nose of the truck had plowed into a large rock jutting out of the mountain. A second rock, a little lower than the first had also managed to keep the truck's flatbed from unhinging and rolling down the side of the mountain. The cab of the truck looked fairly mangled though, and Daniel was almost certain that the driver of the truck could not have survived the impact, even if he had been wearing a seat belt.
"I have a CB radio in the jeep, Laurie. I want you to go and try to raise somebody on it, and see if they can raise the police. You're best bet should be with another trucker."
"I've never used a CB radio before," protested Laurie, who was afraid that if she left Daniel's side, he might be an idiot and try to do something he might consider to be heroic.
"Just flick it on, and talk into the CB while pressing the side of the radio. It isn't that hard," replied Daniel, and Laurie could detect a note of exasperation in his voice, which only served to confirm her fears that he was planning on doing something stupid like climbing onto the truck's cab and seeing if he could help the driver before an ambulance or a police car arrived.
"No. I'm not leaving your side," said Laurie firmly. "I know what you're thinking. You want to try and help the driver, and you don't want me around to protest. The thing is, I used to be a trained life guard, and I had to take several Red Cross courses, and one of the things they teach you is to not move a person from a car unless you have a backboard. If the driver is alive, you could hurt him even more, or even kill him."
Daniel opened his mouth to protest, but Laurie silenced him. "I don't want to hear any of your macho bullshit bravado. We are both going back to the jeep, and you're going to call for help on the CB yourself. End of story."
"But we have to try and help him," protested Daniel.
"No," said Laurie sternly. "For all you know, the moment you climb onto the truck it will start to roll again due to your added weight. I know you want to help the driver, but you can't. We need to wait for the proper people to show up."
Daniel could see that there was no way he could argue with his headstrong companion. He sighed deeply, bowed his head in defeat, and walked back to the jeep to make the call. Within moments he had made contact with another trucker, who had been able to pass a message on to the police. It was then all a matter of standing by the side of the road, and waiting for help to arrive.
The first police car arrived ten minutes later, and for Daniel they had seemed to be the longest ten minutes of his life. Not another vehicle had passed them on the road from the time he had made the call on the CB to when he heard the wail of the police car's sirens approaching from the distance. The car appeared from the same direction they had been driving in, and it pulled up behind the jeep Cherokee.
Daniel walked over to the police car, while Laurie remained standing beside the jeep. Just as the police office was stepping out of his car, Daniel picked up the distinct whine of an Ambulance's siren coming from the opposite direction. The police officer took off his sun glasses, which seemed fairly stereotypical to Daniel, and folded them up and placed them in a breast pocket. He ignored Daniel for a moment, and instead looked at the long skid marks on the highway, which ran from just before the curve in the road, right over the side of the cliff.
"Do you know how fast he was going?" asked the OPP officer.
Daniel shook his head. "I know he was doing at least a hundred-and-ten kilometers when he sped past me on the highway, and I suspect that he was doing close to that when he came to the turn. I didn't see the accident though, I don't know how long it was before I caught up to him here."
The cop nodded his head, and walked along the skid marks towards the edge of the road. He looked at the truck, seemingly hanging precariously from the rocks. The sight reminded Daniel of those old cartoons were a car would be teetering on the edge of a cliff, and then a bird would land on it, causing the car to tumble over the side. Daniel suspected the very same thing could happen here as well.
Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the ambulance. The cop walked over and briefly spoke to the paramedics before he went back to his car and opened the trunk. He brought out a set of flares, and began to set them off, and placed them along the side of the road in order to warn any approaching vehicles of the accident.
Not wanting to be in the way, Daniel walked back to Laurie, and stood next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around his waist as he rested his own head on top of hers. They watched as the OPP officer and the paramedics approached the truck. The cop looked doubtfully at the two paramedics, and then slowly clambered down the edge of the cliff and onto the side of the truck.
"I can't look," moaned Laurie, and she buried her head into Daniel's shoulder, closing her eyes tightly.
Daniel watched by himself as the cop looked into the side of the truck, and then turned back to the paramedics and shook his head slowly. The truck driver was dead.
The cop climbed back onto the road, looking grateful that nothing had happened to him. Behind him, there was a loud creak, and the cop stopped in his tracks. Laurie, her head still buried in Daniel's shoulder, gasped with fear. Daniel waited to hear any moans creaks from the truck, but it had finished with its protests, it seemed.
"You say you didn't see the accident?" asked the cop as he approached Daniel and Laurie. He looked visibly shaken from what could have been something far worse.
"No, we didn't," answered Daniel. "Like I said, he over took us like some maniac, and we only caught up with him here."
The OPP officer took out a notepad and started taking some notes. He took down both their addresses, including Daniel's new one in Edmonton, and asked some more questions. When asked what she was doing while Daniel had been driving, Laurie lied, telling the cop she had been fast asleep, and hadn't seen anything until Daniel had pulled over and woke her up. She had decided rather quickly into the questioning period that it would not be a good idea to let him know that she had had her head in Daniel's lap, sucking on his cock when Daniel first saw that the truck had gone off the road.
"He's dead, isn't he?" asked Laurie, knowing the answer, but at the same time needing to hear it from the OPP officer.
The OPP officer looked away from Laurie, instead looking at his polished shoes. "I'm afraid that he is, yes."