Evaluation of Driver Fatigue on Truck Seats. Comparison of Air-Inflated and Foam Seat Cushions During Field Testing

I don't want you hurting the merchandise." May cringed back into the far corner of the back seat as Jack crowded in next to her. "Don't touch me!" she hissed. "Aw, come on, baby. How's about a little feel?" Jack wheedled. One big meaty hand reached out and clamped around May's right tit, squeezing hard. Sudden fury flooded through the girl. Suddenly May grabbed Jack's hand and sank her teeth into it. "Ooooowwwwww!" Jack yelled. "The little bitch bit me!" He jerked his hand away, teeth marks imprinted on it, and was about to hit May when Luke intervened. "Remember what I said about hurting the merchandise," he warned sharply. Hope flooded through May. They didn't want to hurt her. Didn't want to mark her up. "I'll fight!" she hissed. "I won't let any of you touch me!" Luke sighed wearily. "Frank, get in back and help Jack out. I'll drive. You boys deserve a little reward." Eagerly Frank got out of the driver's side and slipped into the back seat. Now there was one of the big men on either side of May. Before she could even start fighting, they had imprisoned her in their powerful grasp ...»