With a sheeted load our hero may be able to find a weak spot for entry.
Ropes would normally be very long and go over the sheet multiple times as well as some creative Cris cross formations single or double dollied each side , licked off with a loop then chucked over again till you ran out of rope and needed a new piece.
Could try this…
For this mini story my hero is named Roger, a good looking olive skinned young man in his early 30’s, 6 foot tall, muscular but slender physique and suffering from a slight limp due to a horse riding injury sustained in his teens.
He will be wearing dark blue jeans and a dirty white T shirt and grey trainers…
Right then so we join Roger mid chase through a small forest, day is breaking and tiny glimmers of sunshine are cascading through the tree branches like laser beams at a pop concert.
Roger feels like he has been running all night, the racing of his heart and panting of his breath is only drowned out by the snaps and crunches of the twigs underfoot. His pursuers are not far behind, perhaps just a minute or two and gaining all the time. Pushed on by sheer fear and adrenaline Roger can hear the dogs barking closing on him all the time with his scent filling their nostrils as they get more and more excited in anticipation of catching their prey.
A clearing comes into view and the glisten of black tarmac signals the edge of the forest.
Now what!! Roger thought, surely they will catch me in the open.
Then Roger sees a chance, over the road he can just make out a lorry park with a handful of trucks still parked yet to set off on their days journey.
Running over and only just hidden by the raising sun Roger runs between the trucks hoping to find an open door, but they are all locked and with the sound of the hunt dogs almost deafening he feels all hope is lost.
Then he spots it, a lone blue truck with English plates its trailer covered in green and grey tarpaulin sheets, the cab windows of the truck have curtains across them signaling the driver may still be asleep. Roger can just make out another registration plate stuck in the cab windscreen that reads ‘Dipper Dave’.
“This is my last chance” Roger thought.
Quietly walking around the truck Roger looks for an opening but the sheet is to tight and covered in heavily secured rope. “I’ll never get in here” he thinks, but then he notices some loose ropes at the back and a small piece of tarpaulin rippling in the lite breeze.
It takes all of Rogers remaining strength to squeeze underneath the sheet but just as the hunting party is bearing down on him he makes it…
Cramped against the boxes with musty smelling sheeting squashing him down Roger hasn’t got time to catch his breath as the dogs are sniffing round the truck and the lights from torches are buzzing all around him, voices of his pursuers can be heard with muffled grunts of disappointment signaling the hunt is over. Even the heightened sense of smell the dogs posses couldn’t distinguish him from the nasty smells under the lorries sheets.
10 excruciating minutes that feel like hours pass by till Roger can catch his breath, now soaked in sweat and panting like one of the over excited dogs chasing him Roger can relax for a moment.
But no soon had Roger got his breath back than he was suddenly gripped with fear all over again as he realised he was not alone under the sheet.
Roger could just make out the trembling outline of a scantily dressed young lady in her late twenties whose hunched frame under the sheet was greatly enhanced by erect ■■■■■■■ trying to escape from her tight bra.
“Hello” she says with a quite trembling yet soft voice…
[Just a rough draft to help with possibilities, sorry lads I’ve run out of time so will have to stop there.]
. Probably knot…
![[u]tilts[/u]](http://www.simulatormods.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/2de18__trailer1xkmc.jpg){kind=link}
![[u]fridges[/u]](http://dawsonrentalstruckandtrailer.co.uk/images/Trailers/chereau-fridge.jpg){kind=link}