He rearranged all the crap in the trunk some more.
"Just like a big fucking jigsaw puzzle", he whispered to himself. "What are you doing back there."

It came from the passenger side of the old 1984 whatever they had picked up. To be more specific, it came from a young lady: mid twenties, longish hair, pretty features but will never be seen strutting down the catwalk with the super models anytime soon.

"I almost have it. He's.....he's bigger than I thought."

"Well hurry it up. We don't have all day."

"...we don't have all day..", he whispered to himself in a mocking tone.

"What was that?"

"Er, nothing honey. Just a few more seconds."

He could hear the radio turn on. It was a country tune. Some sort of warbling about a cowboy's hard life (knowing all too well the singer probably lives in a mansion with a host of "helpers", hard life indeed). God, how he hated country. Didn't really know why. Just something about it crept up his spine like an annoying electric shock that would buzz in his ear and not go away.

He forced a smile and moved some more things.

"DONE YET!!"

His hands stopped in the midst of moving the body's heavily tattooed arms. The other arm was still hanging out of the trunk, waving back and forth like it wished to wave hello (but forgetting that since its "unfortunate" accident, there was no possible way the little electronic pulses from the brain could leap across the gap in the spinal cord... just below the head... where a sharpened metal object had "accidentally" severed the possibility of ever waving hello... or to do anything else for that matter... permanently.)

He took a deep breath and repeated in he head, "remember I love her.....remember I love her...remember I love her..." and then slowly continued. So the count was three now...some way and some how he had managed to get three full grown men's bodies (all oddly having the same "convenient" accident happen within the two hour period of them starting this odd trip) arranged perfectly in the trunk space. Sure, some parts had to be rather nastily twisted, bent, and sometimes broken to fit, but they did, and still having space for all the other junk they wanted to keep for the rest the drive.

He shut the trunk lid with a satisfying thump. Listened contently for any movement. Then got back into the car.

"I guess we should get a hotel somewhere, I'm getting tired...long day - you know...how about Levitston."

"I made some sandwiches before we left, want one."

"Yeah."

She grabbed a large brown bag in the back (amidst a crowd of others items that had been packed tight in the back seat). Pulling out a plastic bag, she fished for something and gave him what looked to be like a bologna sandwich, it crusts neatly cut off.

"Thanks."

The car engine turned over and they slowly pulled off onto the road. No one in sight for miles. No one will be until they hit the main road about 3 miles out.

"I love you", she said, with almost a motherly smile as she rubbed her had gently across hair on the back of his head.

"I love you too, baby."