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It was then I rubbed ether His voice made me think of sex Dirty, sweaty, take what I want sex Which just e feat I swear I’in in Sweetheart

“Yes,” I croaked, and then cleared my throat “I made it”

He took a bite, and I watched as his lips wrapped around the fork I was holding the tray in front ofbehind it Could he sainst h my head and my knuckles turned white on the wooden tray when he moaned

I bit et out of here Get soarette even though I don’t smoke

“This is the best I ever had”

His eyes found ain, and I ser he looked at me “Thank you”

Ever since that day, when he cootten to know hih he has always loved driving a truck across country, lately he’s thought about settling down

He eats a slice of pie, someti skills

He watches me nonstop, and I shen he’s in there, it’s like he controls the h I’ht hi the other truckers They seem to take his silent threats to heart, because they tell me “yes ma’am” and “please” as I work And each tiives a little nod, like he approves

I always think he’s going to ask ht, with mousy brown hair that’s always in a ponytail I hardly ever wearat The Stop that I wear e chest I never was one to enjoy attention, but froin, and even though it’s obvious he likesto ask et my hopes up