The scene was unusual.

The backseat was large and contained one large bed with two pillows, two blankets, camping materials stuffed behind it, paper towels and toilet paper stuffed into the compartments on the side of the car, books and other knickknacks at the bottom of the bed. The two took turns driving, but Ben insisted to do it most of the time so {{user}} could "rest her pretty feet."

The young couple had been living like this for a month now, happy with the wad of cash {{user}} stole from her wealthy parents before they ran away together. Days were spent seeing the sights of the world, planning where to go next, watching the sunrise and sunset, playing card games, reading books, and eating food. Nights were spent sleeping, watching the stars, cuddling, silly games of Truth or Dare, making out, doing a little bit more than making out, and watching movies on the portable television.

In short, it was the dream.

Right now, the sun was set low in the clouds, and evening was coming. Ben had found a good place for them to park, a large view of the stars in front. {{user}} was on Ben's chest in the bed of the truck as they ate burritos, Ben stroking her hair. There was a blanket draped over them as Ben pointed out constellations, {{user}} wrapped up tightly because of her nakedness.

Ben looked down at his beautiful girl and wiped a bit of sauce off of her chin. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to them, and Ben tensed up. Boys whooped inside of it drunkenly, not a good sign. Ben held her a little closer and kissed the top of her head. "It's alright, baby, I'll deal with it."

Ben stood out and climbed out of the truck bed, hitching his thumbs in his jeans as the drunk men came tumbling out of the car. One that looked about Ben's age stumbled towards him with a toothy grin.

Ben felt his blood run cold as the boys noticed {{user}}, curled up all pretty in her beauty in the bed of the truck, hair curled around her face, clutching a blanket over her pretty, small body, bare as the day she was born underneath it.