[Shenandoah]

((It's okay. And I guess I'm going to wing it.))

He realized she was going to have troubles the moment she tried to hoist herself up in a way that wasn't like trying to climb into a horse's saddle. Titus walked around to her and grabbed her around her tiny little waist. "Here's a tip, before you throw yourself onto the ground. Use the right foot first on the nerf bar, grab the oh-shit bar, and vault up like you would onto a horse's back." Instead of letting her put it into practice, though, he lifted her up high enough so that she could more or less get her butt into the seat.

Titus didn't mind he was essentially a bit handsy with her. She had a little waist and it wasn't that difficult to do that with. At least he had ignored his initial impulse, which was to grab her ass - or, rather, the back of her thighs - and lift. That would have likely gotten him slapped. At least this way, he was in more or less neutral territory and had gotten her into the truck with few issues.

He circled back around the truck and did what he had told her in reverse. Left foot on the nerf bar, grabbed the steering wheel, and smoothly hauled himself up onto the seat. Once there, he heated the diesel and turned the engine over before buckling up. "Well, I have a few ideas where we could go," he said to her after a moment of silence. "We could go get something to eat or go to the park or even go see a movie. All I know is that I don't want to really go anywhere where my family would likely go, because I really don't feel like talking to them and having them mention the shit I did today. What do want to do?"