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 "COMMERCIAL COMPANY" - by River Otter

   Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to, I
climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel, disconnect the air
and electrical lines, and lower the landing gear.  "Damn," I mutter,
looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it doesn't start to rain!" Climbing
back in the cab, I pick up the satellite unit I use to communicate with the
company.  "Dropped at the lot", I send them.  "I'm about out of hours
today, and I'd like to go get a shower and some dinner.  Think you can find
me something for tomorrow?"

   I start to do a little paperwork, and the "Incoming Message" light on
the satellite unit lights up.  "No problem," reads the reply.  "Enjoy your
dinner."

   I put the paperwork down, release the brakes and ease the big Fruitliner
into gear.  "Goin' to dinner," I tell the guard at the gate, "See ya'
later!" I turn onto the street, hit the interstate, and in fifteen minutes
I'm over at the truck stop.  I find a parking spot in the middle row, and
shut the truck off.  I throw a clean shirt, my toiletries, and some clean
socks and underwear into my travel bag.  Looking out the window, I can see
that the clouds have increased, and it's going to rain in a little while. I
head into the truck stop and get a quick shower.  After I get cleaned up, I
go have some dinner - meatloaf again - and check out the TV lounge. 
Nothing worth watching on the television, so I guess I'll go back out to
the truck, and maybe play a few games on my laptop computer.  The rain has
started, and its gotten colder.  It'll be a good night for crawling under
the blankets and sleeping like a log.

   Dodging the pouring rain as best as I can, I finally make it to the
truck.  I change out of my clothes into my sleepwear - a pair of baggy
cotton shorts, and a T-shirt.  I set the laptop on the steering wheel, turn
it on, and turn on the overhead light so I can see the keyboard.  I play a
couple games of Spades, but I've beaten the computer so many times, it's
not fun anymore.

   Suddenly, there's a tap-tap-tap on the door.  Startled by the noise, I
look down, and there's a young girl standing between the trucks.  "Yeah?" I
say, as I roll down the window.

   "Looking for some company?" as she smiles at me.

   "Hmmm..." I think to myself, "Some nookie for dessert." "Get in," I say,
as I open the door, "Let's talk about it."

   As she climbs up into the cab, I move the computer out of the way and
she slides into the driver's seat.  I get a better look at her under the
light; young - maybe late teens, or early twenties - dark brown hair, dark
eyes, and very pretty.  She hasn't been worn out by a life of hustling like
some of the women I've seen at the truck stops.  She's maybe 5' 10" tall,
and soaking wet.

   "Here," as I hand her a towel.  "Dry yourself off."

   "Thanks," she beams.  "I appreciate it.  Are you interested in some
company tonight?"

   "Maybe.  You're not a cop, are you?" I ask.

   "Hell no!" she replies, as she unzips her jacket.  She opens up her
jacket, hikes her sweatshirt up over her round tummy, lifts up her bra and
shows me two of the biggest tits I've seen in a long time.  Nice large
titties with big brown areola, and nipples that are sticking straight out,
just begging to be sucked on.  "You're not a cop, are you?" she asks me, as
she lowers her shirt.

   "No, just a lonely trucker," as I slide the leg of my shorts to the side
so she can see my cock.

   "Good!" she smiles.  "Well, are you interested?"

   "Whattya charge?" I ask.

   "Depends on whatcha want," she replies.

   "How `bout a half-and-half?"

   She looks at me incredulously.  "Me being pregnant doesn't bother you?"

   "No.  I like pregnant women, they're soft and squishy."

   "I haven't been with anyone in ages, no one wants me since I got fat,"
she utters.  "I usually charge $75, but you seem nice, so I'll only charge
you $60." She stares at me intently with her big brown eyes and warns me,
"But you gotta be gentle!"

   "Okay," I say, smiling at her.  "Not a problem." Reaching into my little
medicine box in the cabinet, I grab a pill bottle, open it, and pop a
little blue "Vitamin V" in my mouth.

   "What's that?  Viagra?"

   "Zantac," I lie.  "Heartburn.  I had meatloaf for dinner, and it's
giving me heartburn." I put the pill bottle back, and get a couple of
pictures of my favorite President - Ulysses S.  Grant - out of my secret
stash.  "All I've got is this," I say.  "Got any change?"

   "No, I don't," she frowns.

   "C'mon," I think to myself.  "You want the money, what are you gonna
do?"

   "If you want, I could spend a little extra time with you, maybe an hour
or so.  Maybe get you off twice... if you think you can!" she says, smiling
at me.

   Easier than shooting fish in a barrel.  Show them the money, and let
them make the offer.  "Well... okay," I say.  "That'll work."

   "Good!" she says, taking the $50's and putting them in her purse.  "My
name's Lexus, what's yours?"

   "Lexus?  C'mon, what's your real name?" as I pull the curtains closed
around the windshield and put my road atlas over the glass in the lower
right door.  Now we're alone, no one can see in.

   "Jennifer," she says.  "Lexus is what I go by when I'm dancing."

   "You're a dancer?"

   "Yeah, I used to dance at `J.  T.'s Pussycat Lounge' up off of Northside
Expressway," she says.  "Know where it is?"

   "I've seen the billboards for it, but I've never been there," I tell
her.

   "It's not a bad place, it's okay, I guess.  I made good money, but after
I started to show, they wouldn't let me dance anymore.  I was waiting
tables and tending bar, but the manager got into a big argument with my
asshole boyfriend last week, and he told me to come back after I had the
baby.  Gotta make money somehow." she shrugs.  "So, what's your name?"

   "'Seadog' is what they call me on the CB," I say.  "My real name's
Ricky," as I offer her my hand.

   "Where are ya' from, Ricky?" she inquires as she clasps my hand.

   "Reno," I lie, as I slide back on the bunk and slip off my shorts and
T-shirt.  "How `bout you?"

   "A little town just outside of Knoxville", she says as she removes her
jacket.  "I left there when I was 18, I couldn't stand it anymore.  Haven't
been back since.  It's been a little over five years ago." She steps out of
her jeans, and pulls her shirt off over her head.  She stands before me in
all of her pregnancy, big tummy, big titties, and a pair of lacy navy-blue
panties and bra.

   "How far along are you?" I ask, as she reaches around to undo her bra.

   "25 weeks yesterday," she says, as she lets her tits swing free.  "My
titties have gotten so big," she complains.  "I've gained two sizes in the
last month.  I used to be a 40-D before I got pregnant, now I'm a 44-DD!"

   I watch as she removes her panties, and her snatch comes into view.  A
lush, dark brown forest springs to light, a nicely trimmed Mohawk.  A low
whistle escapes my lips.

   "I kept it like this when I danced," she smiles, as she fluffs her bush.
"A lot of guys liked it."

   "Me too, it looks nice."

   "Thanks!" as she kneels between my legs, and lies down beside of me. 
"Shhhhh... listen... hear the rain?" The rain is pouring down even harder,
and making pitter-patter noises as it hits the roof of the sleeper.  A
relaxing, comforting, almost romantic sound.

   I grab a candle in a glass ashtray that I keep for moments like this.  I
light the candle, put it on the nightstand, and turn off the overhead
lights.

   Suddenly, there's a ringing noise - "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP".  She gets to
her feet, and grabs a cell phone out of her purse.  "Yeah," she says.  "I'm
busy, I'll call you later." I can hear a male voice on the other end, but I
can't make out what he's saying.  "I said I'll call you later!" and she
hangs up the phone.  "Son of a bitch, miserable fuckin' bastard!  I wish
he'd leave me alone!"

   "Lemme guess... boyfriend?"

   "Yeah.  Ever since he knocked me up, he thinks he owns me.  Always
checkin' up on me - where am I, who am I with, when will I be home... fuck
him!  I wish he'd go away!"

   I just look at her and give her a sad half-smile.  Nothing I can say to
her - life is what you make it.

   "Oh well," she sighs as she lays back down.  "You smell good, what are
you wearing?"

   "Old Spice," I say.  A lot of girls like Old Spice, it makes them think
of their father or their grandfather, back when they were young and
innocent.

   "I like it!" she says as she begins to kiss my nipples.  "My grandpa
used to smell like that."

   "I know," I think to myself.  "Everyone's grandpa smelled like that."

   Jennifer slowly works her way down from my nipples to my navel, to my
thighs, kissing, nibbling, and licking, while avoiding my cock.  She works
her way closer to my throbbing cock and gently blows on the head.  Her cool
breath makes it twitch with anticipation, while a trickle of pre-cum begins
to ooze out of the tip.  I put my hand on her shoulder, not to push her on,
just to feel the touch of her skin.  I run my hand down her arm, around the
front, and begin to stroke her left tit, which is hanging above my leg.  I
rub her pendulous breast, and slide my hand over to her nipple.  I begin to
gently play with the nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.

   "Easy, they're tender," she whispers.  Her cool breath is making my cock
throb with desire, and I wish she'd wrap her lips around it.  Almost as if
she can read my mind, she sticks her tongue out, and licks my prick from
the base to the tip.  "Like that?"

   "Oh, yeah!" I gasp, as I gently rub her nipple.  "That's great!"

   Again she licks my cock, base to tip.  And again, and again, and again,
like it's a big come-filled peppermint stick.  This curvy vixen is fully
aware of what she's doing to me, and she loves every moment of it. 
Finally, she pops the head of my prick into her mouth, and begins bobbing
her head up and down, while swirling her tongue around the tip.  The
sensation is incredible, and my toes are starting to curl!

   "Ohhhhhh..." as a moan escapes my lips.  "That feels so good..."

   She keeps bobbing her head up and down, up and down, and tickling the
tip with her tongue.  Every so often, she stops and licks the shaft base to
tip like it's her big lollipop, and begins to suck it some more.  This is
so good, I wish it would last forever.  An idea comes to mind...

   "Wait a minute," I say, as I stand up.  "Here, try this..."

   I'm standing along the bunk, with my cock pointing at her mouth. 
Jennifer gets the hint, and picks up where she left off - bobbing her head
and swirling her tongue on my cock.  I reach down and begin to gently rub
both of her titties, feeling their heavy weight in my hands.  I lightly tug
on the nipples, and feel them begin to harden.  She takes one hand, wraps
it around the base of my throbbing cock, and begins to jack me off.  She
takes her other hand and gently runs her fingernails over my balls.  The
feeling is becoming intense, and I feel the familiar tightening in my nut
sack.

   "Oh God, I'm gonna come, gonna come, oh yeah, yeah, here it is!" as I
feel my orgasm begin.

   "Come on my titties!" she says as she pulls her lips off of my cock. 
"Shoot it on my titties!" But before she can aim my cockhead at her
titties, the first blast rockets its way out of the tip, and hits Jennifer
in her Cupid's bow.  Hot, white jizz streams off of her lips, runs down her
chin, and drips onto her titties.  She lifts up her titties with her left
hand, and keeps jacking me off onto her boobs with the other.  "Shoot it on
me!" she demands lewdly.  "Come on my titties!" Another spurt, and another,
and another shoot their way out of my cock and onto her gigantic bosom.

   "Ungggggghhhh..." is all I can say, while she feverishly jacks my shaft,
trying to milk out every last drop of come.  Her hand is lubricated with my
jizz, and she's sliding it up and down my twitching stalk for all she's
worth.  "Ungggggghhhh..." as my eyes roll back in my head.

   Finally the spurts stop, and figuring she's drained my balls of all
they've got, she stops sliding her hand on my shaft.  "Oh God, that was
great!" I pant.  My knees are weak, and it's all I can do to stand.  My
eyes regain their focus, and I look down at her.  Her titties are covered
with jizz, and she's licking the come off of her lips.

   "You came a bucketful," as she begins to rub my come into her tits.  She
sees me looking as her quizzically, and says "It's good for the skin,
prevents stretch marks," as she keeps rubbing my jizz into her titties.

   "Man-made skin lotion, eh?" I say, grinning.  "I didn't know that."

   She says nothing, just keeps massaging my come into her tits.  After
it's all gone, she looks at me with her big mahogany eyes and says, "Well,
ya' ready for more, or are you too pooped to pop?"

   "Gimme a minute," I say, still regaining my composure.  "I'm not the
young pup I used to be."

   "Okay.  Mind if I smoke?"

   "You shouldn't smoke while you're pregnant.  Let me crack a window."

   "I know," she says.  "Last pack, then I quit."

   Jennifer reaches for her purse, fumbles around in it, and pulls out a
pack of cigarettes and a lighter.  She lights one up, takes a deep drag,
and puts the pack back in her purse.  As she does, something small and
silver falls to the floor.  Automatically, I pick it up and begin to hand
it to her.

   "What's this?" I say, smiling at her.  "Mother's little helper?"

   She takes the vibrator from my hand and smiles back at me.  "It's what
keeps me from killing that bastard I live with.  He won't fuck me since I
got pregnant, and sometimes I get so horny I have to get myself off.  He
sure won't fuckin' do it!"

   "Show me," I say softly.  "Show me what you do."

   Jennifer takes another drag off of her cigarette, hands it to me, turns
the vibrator on, and a low buzzing sound reaches my ears.  I throw the
smoke out the window, and watch as she rubs the tip around her nipples, and
they both spring to attention.  She rubs her tits for a minute or so, lays
back and puts the vibrator between her legs.  "I like it on my breasts,"
she purrs, "But they're so tender I can't stand it for very long."

   She begins to rub the buzzing vibrator between her thighs, not quite
touching her pussy, almost teasing herself with the sensation.  Slowly she
moves the vibrator around the outside of her snatch, until I can see it get
redder and wetter.  Her clit has popped up, and her pussy lips are opening
up like a flower.  My cock, which had deflated a little, begins to stir
back to life.

   Jennifer moves the tip into her sopping wet pussy, gets a little bit of
lubrication on it, and then moves it up to her clit.  "Aaaaahhhhh..."

   Her eyes are half-open, and she's concentrating on the feeling, as she
slowly masturbates.  She inserts the vibrator into her syrupy snatch, works
it around a moment, then returns to massaging her fully erect clit. 
"Ohhhhh..." she moans, "Ummmmm..."

   Opening her eyes fully, she sees me staring at her intently, with
another hard-on.  "C'mere", she whispers lustily, "C'mere and fuck me."

   She turns the vibrator off, puts it on the bed beside her, and I move
between her splayed-open legs.  I rub my cock up and down her oily groove,
getting it nice and wet.  I'm in no hurry - I'm enjoying the feeling of her
wet pussy lips rubbing along my cock, and feeling her clit throb when I
touch it with the head of my dick.

   "Fuck me," she pleads.  "Quit teasing me, and fuck me!"

   I position my swollen cock at the entrance to her juicy pussy, and push.
I slide right in, her slippery tunnel offering no resistance, and go balls
deep in her.  It's hotter than a pizza oven, and the warmth of her
simmering snatch is driving me wild.  It's not too tight, but not too loose
either.

   "Ohhhh..." she moans.  "Ohhhhh... its been so long..."

   I slowly begin sliding my cock in and out of her well-lubricated snatch.
It's so hot and wet in there, I don't want to leave.  I just want to keep
my cock buried in her hot pussy, and let it baste in her juices.  I stop
and feel her muscles squeeze my cock, rippling up and down the shaft.  I
move slowly in and out of her succulent twat, slowly, slowly...

   "Ummmmm..." she purrs.  "Keep doing that."

   I set up a nice slow, steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her smooth,
slippery pussy.  A good relaxing screw - that's what Jennifer needs, and
I'm going to give it to her.  Her big titties jiggle back and forth a
little as I bottom out in her hot, liquid snatch.  I move my hand up, and
feel the hardness of her nipple.  I lean forward, and try to capture one of
the nipples in my lips, but I can't - I'm just not that limber anymore.  I
straighten up, and keep fucking her, in and out, in and out, feeling the
velvety smoothness of her steamy pussy.

   She looks at me with dreamy, half-open eyes.  "Oh yeah, that's so good."

   I say nothing, just smile at her, and keep stroking my dick in and out
of her smoldering snatch.  I keep sliding my turgid cock in and out of her,
and watching her titties jiggle.  I can feel the juice begin to run out of
her twat and trickle down my ball sack.  Her muscles keep throbbing and
pulsing around my cock, and I continue to stroke in and out of her, in and
out, in and out.  I love the sensitive feeling, but my knees hurt and I
need to get off them.

   I pull my cock out of her sopping-wet snatch, and flop down on the bed
next to her.  She looks at me oddly, but before she can say anything, I
tell her "I'm afraid I'll hurt you.  You get on top for awhile."

   "I'm too fat," she says.  "My belly's too big."

   "No it's not.  Climb on up here." I urge.  "Besides, this way you can
control the action and fuck me as hard as you want."

   It's a crock of shit, but she seems to buy it.  She rolls over onto her
side, lifts her left leg, and slips up on top of me.  I scoot back on the
pillows a little, so my head and shoulders are supported, sliding her with
me as I go.  She raises her hips, grabs my cock at the base, and positions
it at the entrance to her steamy snatch.  The cool air felt good on my
cock, and I can sense the heat radiating from her volcano.  I feel the
simmering wetness as she moves my prick into the entrance to her juicy
pussy, and slowly impales herself on my cock.

   "Ummmmm..." she mewls.  "Ummmm..."

   She begins to grind her pelvis on my cock, rocking her hips back and
forth, making my prick move back and forth inside of her.  The feeling of
her hot, oily snatch is incredible, and the sight of two big titties
swaying in front of my face just adds to the pleasurable sensations.

   I place my hands on both her titties, and heft their impressive weight.
I rub my hands over their bulk, and pull gently at the nipples.  They both
spring up, just begging to be suckled.  "Why not?" I ask myself.

   I open my mouth, and capture her left milk bud in my mouth.  I begin
licking at the nipple, and gently tugging on it with my lips.

   "Aaaaahhh...," she moans.  "Suck my titties."

   I run my tongue around her nipple, just the way she tongued my cock. 
Her hand slips around to the back of my head, and as she runs her fingers
through my hair, she pulls me to her massive tit.  "Oh yeah, just like
that," her voices quivers.

   Suddenly, there's an unexpected and delicious surprise.  A stream of
milk shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down.  I lick and
suck her bullet-like teat, and I'm rewarded with more streams of warm
mother's milk.  Jennifer keeps grinding her overheated cunt on my cock, and
stroking my head.  "That's so good, so good," she murmurs contentedly.

   I figure the right titty is becoming jealous because I'm not paying it
any attention, so I pull my mouth off of her luscious left tit, and move my
head to begin to feast on the other full milk jug.  As I pull my mouth off,
a stream of warm milk shoots out of her teat and squirts the base of my
neck.  Jennifer opens her eyes to see why I'm not sucking on her titty
anymore, and sees the trickle of milk running down my chest.  "Ohmigawd,"
she blushes.  "I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was..."

   "Don't worry `bout it," I reassure her.  "I like it!" as I smile up at
her.

   Jennifer says nothing, but she's stopped moving her snatch on my cock,
and I can tell she's embarrassed.  "I figured you were lactating," I say.
"I'd have been surprised if you weren't.  That's why your breasts hurt,
they're full of milk." Jennifer doesn't say anything, she just stares at me
with those deep dark eyes.

   I move my mouth over to the right titty, and begin sucking the nipple on
it.  It gets harder, and I expect a stream of milk any second.  "Want me to
stop?" I inquire as I pull my lips off her breast.  She doesn't say
anything, but she doesn't have to - her body is doing all the talking.  Her
hand has found its way to the back of my head again, and I feel her press
my face into her tit.  I resume suckling, and I'm treated to another stream
of warm, sweet milk.

   Jennifer begins sliding her cunt back and forth again, and I'm rewarded
with a low moan, "Ummmmmm..." I continue to nurse at her right breast,
until there's no more milk in it.  I switch back to the left titty, and
suck on it.  A few squirts of milk, then no more - I've drained her dry.

   I lay back, and watch her hump herself on my cock.  She's a thing of
beauty, a vision to behold.  Her eyes are closed, her dark brown hair
surrounds her face, and her jutting milk jugs are swinging lazily to and
fro as she intently rocks back and forth.  I rub my hands over her body,
feeling the sensuous touch of her skin and the film of sweat she's
developed.  I run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and down to
her legs.  Up across her thighs to her opulent bush, up over her swollen
belly to her swinging titties, and back down.  As I move my hand across her
thigh, I feel one of her hands touch mine.  Gently she moves my hand to
where our bodies are joined, and raises herself up a little.  She slips my
hand under her rock-hard clit, lowers herself back down, and resumes
fucking me.

   Immediately I understand what Jennifer wants.  She's been trying to make
herself come by grinding her clit on me, and now she wants me to stimulate
it while she fucks me.  I open my index and middle fingers slightly, and
feel her clit slide between them.  As she strokes her clit against my
fingers, I feel the oily wetness start to flow inside her furnace-like box.
"Oh yeah, right there!" she moans.  "Oooohhhhh..."

   She rubs her clit against my fingers, and I flick the little button back
and forth.  "Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhh," she sighs.  "Unhhhhh..."

   An idea flashes through my head.  I feel around the bed, looking for her
little toy.  "Where is it?" I think.  "She put it here somewhere..." I feel
something hard, and I've found it.  I hold it up behind her, and look at
it. Simple enough, twist the base to turn it on, and the more you twist it,
the faster it vibrates.  Nothing to it.

   I turn the base to the right a little, and feel it start to vibrate in
my hand.  I'll bet she'll like this little surprise I've got for her!

   I pull my hand out, but before she can say anything, I've replaced it
with the gently throbbing vibrator.  It brushes her clit, and I hear her
gasp for air.  "Aaaaaaahhhhh..."

   Like a woman possessed, Jennifer begins humping my cock and pushing her
clit against the vibrator with a newfound intensity.  Her whole body is
concentrating on the sensation, and she's biting her lip in pleasure. 
"Ummmmmm," she moans.  "Ummmmm..."

   I decide to do like the chef on TV says, and `kick it up a notch.' As I
turn the base a little more to the right, I can feel the vibrations
increase, and so can Jennifer.

   "Ohhhhhhhgawwwwdd," she wails.  "Don't stop, don't stop!  Ohhhh...
please let me come, let me come!"

   Her hips have taken on a life of their own.  She's moving her pussy
against my cock so hard I'm wondering if she's about to snap it off at the
base.  Her tits are swinging madly, and bouncing off of each other with a
slapping sound that's music to my ears.

   "I'm gonna come, gonna come, I'm gonna come," she cries, as she swings
her head from side-to-side, making her long dark hair fly wildly.  "Ohgawd,
I'm coming!  Ohhhhh..."

   I feel her slippery pussy begin to spasm and pulse around my cock.  Like
a velvet vise, it squeezes my cock, clenching and unclenching.  "Let's see
what this does," I think.

   I turn the base of the little vibrator all the way to the right - full
power.

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A high-pitched squeal escapes her lips, followed by a
gasp for air.  Jennifer abruptly pitches forward and falls onto my chest,
her head plopping onto the pillow beside me.

   I pull my hand out, and the vibrator with it.  I turn it off, and turn
my head to the side to look at her face.  Her hips have stopped moving, but
her cunt is still spasming and pulsing around my deeply embedded cock.  As
I look at her face, the contractions in her silky snatch wane.  Her eyes
are open, but they have a glassy look to them.

   "Hey," I whisper, while stroking her long brown hair off of her cheek.
"You alright?"

   As I watch, her eyelids blink, once... twice... as she begins to focus
and lose the glassy look.  "Ohgawd," she mumbles as a shiver courses
through her body.  "That was too much."

   "Didja like that?" I ask.  "Feel any better?"

   "Ohmigawd, that was great!" she wheezes as she slowly catches her
breath.

   "This old dog can still cut the mustard," I think to myself.  "At least
with a little help."

   "Thank you," she whispers as she softly kisses me on the cheek.  "I
needed that, its been a while."

   "You're welcome."

   My cock twitches inside her, and she asks if I came.

   "No, not yet."

   "I need a nap," Jennifer dreamily says.  "I guess I'm the one too pooped
to pop!"

   I move out from underneath of her, and let her lie on her stomach. 
Moving behind her, I slip my hand underneath her waist, and raise her hips
up.

   "Not in my ass, okay?  Not while I'm pregnant."

   "Okay."

   I gently slide my cock inside her still juicy twat, and begin to slip it
in and out of her.  She's still half-awake, and I have to hold her up with
one arm.  I begin to slowly piston my cock in and out of her oily tunnel,
enjoying the wonderful wetness of her hot pussy.  I slide it out until the
tip is almost out, and then slide it back in as far as I can.  My balls
swing back and forth with the motion, and slap up against her as I pump
steadily away.

   I lower her hips a little, and there's that perfect feeling - I'm not
touching anything but slippery cunt with my cock, and it feels great.  A
little more of this, and I might come again.

   I concentrate on the feeling of my cock sliding back and forth in her
luxurious pussy, and I feel the oily nectar begin to flow out of her snatch
and over my balls.  She gets wetter and wetter as I continue to pump her
steamy snatch.  I move my fingers down to her clit, and still continue to
hold her hips up.  I begin to diddle the swollen little button again, and
feel her pussy contract around my cock as I play with her clit.

   "Mmmmmm," she says, pushing her twat back at me.  "Where's my thing?"

   "Here," I say, reaching for it on the bed.  I turn it on slow again, and
place it against her clit.

   "Oh yeah," she sighs.  "Right there!"

   I continue to pump my cock in and out of her juicy box, while massaging
her swollen and hard clit with the vibrator.  Slowly, we approach the peak.
I can feel her pussy squeeze around my cock as I stroke her, and I feel the
familiar tightness in my nuts as another orgasm approaches.

   "Oh yeah!" I pant.  "I'm gonna come."

   "Fuck me!" she moans.  "Come in my pussy!"

   I pick up the tempo for the last few strokes, slamming my prick into her
hot, wet cunt.  "Uuunnnnnnhhhh" she cries, as her snatch begins to contract
and milk my cock.

   I feel my own orgasm approach, and bellowing like a raging bull, I bury
my cock as deep as I can in her.  A jet of come rushes out of the head of
my cock, followed by another.  The feeling is so intense, it makes me
light-headed, and I instinctively put my right arm out and grab hold of the
cabinet to keep from toppling over on her.

   When I put my arm out, I forget that it's the one supporting her hips,
and she collapses like a ragdoll.  My dick slides out of her pussy as she
does, and a stream of jizz shoots out of the tip, splattering over her
pussy lips.

   Another stream shoots out of the tip, and lands in her hair.  Another
gob lands on the Chinese fire-breathing dragon that she's had tattooed on
the small of her back.  My cock slips between the cheeks of her butt, and
the final spurts fill the crack of her butt with creamy white goo.

   I fall back on my haunches, completely and totally satisfied.  Jennifer
lies there, legs spread apart, while my jizz slowly trickles down the crack
of her butt, over her twat, and onto the bedspread.

   Suddenly, it's very, very stuffy in here.  I move forward, and open one
of the vents.  The cool, moist air flows over us, and I sit down beside
Jennifer.  "Thirsty?" I ask her.  "I've got some orange juice in the
fridge."

   "Yes, please.  That'd be nice."

   I open the fridge, and grab two little bottles of OJ.  I open one, and
hand it to her.  She sits up and takes a drink, while I open mine and take
a drink.  She takes another drink, and wordlessly hands me the bottle.  I
put it on the stand beside the bed, take another drink of mine, and lay
down beside her.

   She snuggles up next to me, and I feel her arm caress my chest.  "You're
nice to me," she says.  "I wish I could be like this forever..." she
falters.

   "Ronny."

   "I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names.  I wish I could find somebody as
good to me as you, Ronny."

   She looks at me with those big dark eyes, and I wrap my arms around her,
and pull her close to me.  I just want to hold this beautiful, voluptuous,
dark-chocolate haired beauty, and feel her body next to mine.  The rain
beats a staccato rhythm on the roof of the truck, the candle gives off a
soft, flickering light, and I am so happy it hurts.  So young, so
beautiful, so... so... everything a man could want in a lover.  I kiss her
forehead, and she snuggles closer.  I wonder if maybe I should be honest
with her, maybe tell her the truth, maybe...

   "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP" "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP"

   "Shit!" she says as she grabs for her purse.  She looks at the caller
ID, flips the phone open and says "What?"

   A hear a male voice on the other end, but I still can't make out what
he's saying.  "I'm on my way, I'll be there in a little bit." "Why don't
you go to the store?" "Whattya mean the car won't..." "...but it's
raining!" "Okay, okay, I'll go." "I don't want to argue, I'll see you in a
bit," she says, hanging up the phone.

   A dejected look appears on her pretty face, and she looks like she's
about to cry.

   "Boyfriend again?"

   "Yeah, he's..." as her voice fades.  "Look, could you do me a big favor?
Could you give me a ride home?  I live off of Broadway, just off of the
loop.  Please?  I'd really appreciate it."

   "Sure.  So you can go get treated like shit by him?" I ask.

   "He loves me, he's just a little difficult at times."

   "Right!  He treats you badly because he loves you!  Just think how he'd
treat you if he didn't care for you!"

   "You don't understand," she says.  "You just don't understand."

   "No.  I guess I don't."

   I pour some water on a washcloth, hand it to her, and she begins to wipe
the dried come off of her.  I wipe the dragon off, and try to wipe it out
of her hair.

   "Gawd, we made a mess."

   She's right.  The bedspread looks like its had an orgy held on it.  Wet
spots and stains are all over it, and it'll definitely need to be washed.
We get dressed without saying anything, and she plops down in the passenger
seat with her bottle of orange juice.

   "Ready?" I say, as I release the air brakes and put the truck in gear. I
head out of the truck stop, get on the interstate, and head toward the
loop. I drive slowly, partly because of the rain, partly because I don't
want this evening to end.

   We drive in silence for a bit, until I can't stand it anymore.

   "Look," I say, "it's none of my business, but..."

   "But, here it comes," she says cynically.

   "But... if this guy isn't making you happy, if he isn't what you want
out of life, you owe it to yourself to leave him, and find someone that
will make you happy.  And I don't mean just me, there are a thousand,
million guys who'd love to find someone as young, pretty, smart and sexy as
you," I tell her.  "One thing I've learned is that life is too short to be
unhappy, especially with someone who's supposed to love you."

   Jennifer says nothing, but by the way she looks at me with those big
mahogany eyes, I can tell my words struck a very raw nerve.

   We ride along in silence, the only noise being the sound of the wipers
beating out their tempo.

   As the sign for the Broadway exit looms up out of the gloomy drizzle, I
turn on the turn signal, and slow down as I exit the highway.  "Left or
right?" I say.

   "Huh?  Oh, left," she says.  "I'm sorry, I was thinking."

   "S' okay."

   The light turns green, and I make a left onto Broadway.  I go under the
interstate, and about five or six blocks.

   "See that mini-mart at the next light?" Jennifer asks.  "Over there on
the left?  You can drop me off there, I need to get a few things, and it's
only a couple of blocks to my house."

   I make the left at the light, and pull the truck over to the curb. 
"Listen, I... I really enjoyed myself tonight, and I had a great time.  I
get through her about twice a month or so, and I'd love to see you again.
Nothing serious, maybe just friends, and I'd like to see you from time to
time.  Would that be alright?" I ask.  "Do you have a phone number I can
call you at when I know I'll be back this way?"

   "Not really," she says.  "The cell phone is his, and he checks the
caller ID to see who's calling me.  My cell phone, and my home phone both
got cut off."

   "Anyway I can get in touch with you?" I inquire.  "Girlfriend, mom,
sister, someone I can leave a message with?"

   "No," she says.  "I should be back at work at J.T.'s after the baby is
born.  I'll probably be at the truck stop once or twice a week, just listen
for me on the CB.  Don't forget - `Lexus'".

   "Alright, I'll do that.  Remember me - `Seadog', Randy from Reno.  I'll
remind you of the night it rained hard, and we came hard, okay?" I say.

   "Okay," she says as she opens the door.  "You take care of yourself, and
drive safe.  I hope I'll see you again."

   "Bye, Jennifer."

   As she climbs down out of the truck our eyes meet for a split-second,
and a spark of something arcs between us.  Before I can say anything, she's
on the ground and closes the door.  I watch her as she crosses the street
and heads to the mini-mart.

   "Please come back," I think to myself.  "Please come back and tell me it
just wasn't about the money, that we had something real - if only for a
moment.  Tell me we didn't just fuck, that we made love.  Come back and..."


   She walks in the store without looking back.

   "Bye, Jennifer," I say half-aloud as a single tear rolls down my cheek.
"I'll always remember you."

   I ease the Fruitliner into gear and head back toward the interstate.  No
sense in going back to the truck stop, the drop lot is only a couple of
miles away and I can sleep in the truck there.

   A sad smile crosses my face as I think of Jennifer.  I felt close to
her, and I wish it hadn't ended this way.  I wanted more, and I wish she'd
been able to give it to me.  I know it'll never happen, but I wish I could
see her again.  "Not half as bad as she'll be wanting to see me!" I laugh
out loud.

   You see, on my computer at home I have a scanner, and a color laser
printer.  It's amazing what a good photo-imaging program, and a little work
can accomplish.  Those $50's I gave her were as real as Pamela Sue's
silicone-filled boobs - a fact that Jennifer will be dismayed to learn the
moment she tries to spend one.

   I pull into the drop lot, and the guard opens up the door to his shack
as I roll down the window.

   "How was dinner?" he asks.

   "Not bad," I say.  "The meatloaf was alright, but dessert was really
good!"

   "Dessert's always the best part!" he says, as he smiles and waves me
through the gate.

   I park the truck, fold up the come-stained bedspread, and throw it in
the laundry basket.  I pull a blanket out of the closet, and tuck it in. 
It's been a long day, it's time for this old dog to get some sleep.

   I notice that the "Incoming Message" light on the satellite unit is on,
who knows for how long.  "Pickup tomorrow off of the drop lot," it says. 
"Deliver in Plano, Texas anytime Friday before midnight." Almost 1000 miles
in two and a half days - piece of cake.

   "Plano," I think to myself, as I drift off to sleep.  "I wonder if the
`putas' are still working over on Harry Hines Boulevard by 635?"

   I may have to go check that out...

   CHAPTER TWO

   Six months had gone by, the snow had come and gone, and it was beginning
to warm up again.  The company gave me a new truck, my hair has gotten
longer, and I've grown a goatee - it came in gray, old age I guess - but
not much has changed.  I pulled into the familiar truck stop, and found a
spot on the back row.  Easily maneuvering the large tractor-trailer into
the slot, I set the brakes, and began filling out the requisite daily
paperwork.  "10:34," as I glance at the digital clock.  "Time to call it a
day," I think.

   Suddenly, a voice comes over the CB; "Anyone looking for some company,
go to channel 31, Lexus on three-one."

   It couldn't be, could it?  Not after all this time...

   I flip the channel selector to 31, and hear a female voice say, "Did
anyone make it?"

   "Yeah," as I key the microphone, "I'm here."

   "Who's this?" the voice asks.

   "John," I reply.  "Who's this?"

   "They call me Lexus," the voice responds.  "Are you looking for some
company?"

   "What do you look like?" I ask.

   "Brown hair, big tits, loose lips, and swivel hips.  Interested?"

   "Yeah," I say.  "Very!"

   "Where ya' at?" the voice asks.

   "Back row, white house, far end."

   "Blink your lights." I do, and the voice says, "Okay, I see you.  Unlock
the passenger door, and I'll be over."

   I do so, and anxiously wait.  A dark figure, moving fast appears out of
nowhere along the right side, opens the passenger door and climbs in.

   "Oh my God!" I exclaim to myself.  "It's her!"

   "Shit!" she says.  "Cops!"

   I look over to the left, and a police cruiser is slowly coming down the
row, its searchlight shining over the ground and the parked trucks.

   "Duck down, and hide in the bunk," I tell her.  "Quick!"

   She does, as the police cruiser pulls to a stop in front of my truck. 
The officer gets out, shines his flashlight around my truck and the trucks
on either side of me, and walks toward me.

   "Evening, Officer," I say, as I roll down the window.  "What's going
on?"

   "We had a report of a prostitute working the premises, and we're trying
to locate her.  You didn't see her, did you?"

   "No Officer, I didn't, but I just got here.  Thought I'd do a little
paperwork before I go to sleep.  You know how that paperwork is," I say,
smiling at him.

   "Yes, I do." he replies.  "Always some forms to be filled out."

   "Yes sir, always some paperwork to do." "Well," I say, yawning
noticeably, "I guess I'll call it a day.  It's been a long drive from
Minneapolis."

   "Have a good evening driver," he says.  "Be careful."

   "You too, Officer.  Good night!"

   I stand up and begin to pull the front curtains closed, blocking off the
view of the interior of the truck.  I put my atlas over the right lower
door window, and now no one can see in.

   "That was close!" she says.  "I don't need to go back to jail."

   I sit back down in the driver's seat and turn to face her.  A glimmer of
recognition sparkles in her eyes, and she says "I know you from
somewhere..."

   "Yes, you do." I reply.  "It rained hard, and we came hard."

   Her eyes grow wide as she recognizes me, and her voice trembles with
rage, "YOU BASTARD!  YOU MISERABLE LOWLIFE MOTHERFUCKER!  GODDAMN YOU, YOU
FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT!"

   Jennifer's up on her feet now, swinging at me with all her might.  A
wallop to the head, a punch to the chest, a kick to the shins.  Whap, bap,
bam, blow after blow as fast as she can throw them.  I try to block her
assault as best as I can, but the blows keep coming.

   "COCKSUCKER!" she screams.  "MOTHERFUCKER!  I HATE YOU!  ASSHOLE!"
Smack, bam, whack.

   "PIECE OF SHIT BASTARD!" Slap.  "SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Thump.  "I HATE YOU!"

   I push her back on to the bunk, and sit on her.  She tries to buck me
off, but I outweigh her by a good seventy pounds, so I'm not budging.  She
keeps swinging at me, until I grab her wrists.  She tries to bite my hands,
but I pull her arms down alongside her body.

   She tries to headbutt me, but since she can't sit up that far, she
resorts to spitting in my face.  "MOTHERFUCKER!" "YOU SHITEATER, I SHOULD
KILL YOU!" she screams.

   I pin her left arm underneath my right leg, and place my right hand over
her mouth.  "Shhhhhhh..." I say.  "We'll both go to jail if you keep
screaming."

   Growling like a rabid dog, she bites the fleshy part of my palm as hard
as she can, while her eyes burn with hatred.  If I don't do something
quick, she's going to bite off a chunk of my hand!

   I pin her right arm underneath my other leg, place my left hand on her
face, and squeeze the thumb and middle finger against her jaw to force her
mouth open.  She may bite my fingers off, but she'll leave two holes in her
cheeks doing it.

   I pull my hand out of her mouth and quickly look at the damage.  No
blood, but some deep bite marks, and I'll probably have a hell of a bruise.

   "Ur urtink ee," she growls.  "Et ee ko!"

   "Only if you promise to stop screaming," I say.  "We'll both end up in
jail if you keep screaming.  I'm not going to harm you, I just want to
talk. Okay?"

   "O A," she grunts.

   I release the C-clamp grip I've had on her face, slowly move off of her
and sit on the edge of the passenger seat, all the while watching for
another round of punches.  She slowly sits up on the edge of the bunk, her
dark eyes glowing like coals.

   "Hello, Jennifer," I say.  "How've you been?"

   "Fuck you!  That's how I've been, asshole!"

   "I can tell you're pissed off at me, and I don't blame you."

   "Pissed off?  Well, duhhhhh... ya' think?"

   "I see you're not pregnant anymore, how's the baby?  I ask.

   SMACK!  A wickedly fast left-hook slaps across the right side of my
face.

   "YOU BASTARD!" she shrieks, as I push her back.  "YOU KILLED IT!"

   "What do you mean?" I say.  "Don't bullshit me."

   "You killed my baby, you motherfucker, and I should kill you!"

   "Bullshit!  Get the fuck outta here, I didn't kill your baby."

   "Yes you did," she says, suddenly quiet.

   "How did `I' kill your baby?" I ask.

   "Remember the night you dropped me off at the market?" she hisses.  "I
went in to buy a twelve-pack of beer and some cigarettes for Anthony before
I went home."

   "Anthony?"

   "The baby's father, the guy that lived with me," she says, calm again.
"I got the beer and cigarettes and went to pay for it.  All I had was that
fake money you gave me, but I didn't know it was fake and I gave it to the
cashier.  He took out his pen, you know, the one they use to check for
phony bills, and marked it.  He told me it was counterfeit, and I gave him
the other fifty.  He marked it and told me it was also counterfeit.  I
realized then what you'd done to me, and I left the store."

   "So how'd I kill your baby?"

   "Shut up, I'm getting there," she says.  "I went home and Anthony wanted
to know where his beer was.  I told him that someone had given me fake
money, and I got caught trying to spend it at the mini-mart.  He told me I
was a liar.  I said `I don't lie', and he said if I wasn't lying, then I
was the stupidest whore on the face of the planet.  He threw a $20 at me
and told me to go get his beer and cigarettes.  I told him to go fuck
himself - it was raining and I was going to bed!  He slapped me, and I told
him to get the fuck out of my apartment!"

   "Yeah, and then...?"

   "We got into a big fight.  He yelled and screamed at me, and I yelled
and screamed back at him.  He made me so mad, that I threw his video game
at him, and just missed his head.  He came after me, and I took off running
out the front door.  As I was going down the steps, I slipped because of
the rain, and fell about six feet to the ground."

   "And...?"

   "The cops had just shown up.  Someone called them, I guess because we
were making so much noise fighting.  They saw me fall, and Anthony chasing
me down the stairs.  I was unconscious and bleeding, so they called the
EMT's, who took me to the hospital.  I had a miscarriage later that
night..." as she began to sniffle.

   "Oh my God, I'm so sorry..."

   "The cops arrested Anthony, because the law here is when they get called
for a domestic disturbance, someone goes to jail.  When they looked inside
the apartment, they found some crack, some pot, and some stolen guns that
Anthony had.  He got eight years for that."

   "So... then what?"

   "While I was in the hospital, two detectives came to see me.  They
arrested me for the drugs and guns, and also for passing counterfeit money.
Seems that the mini-mart had reported that someone was passing funny money,
and they got my picture off of the videotape they have.  After I got out of
the hospital, I went to jail.  Since I didn't have any money, I couldn't
make bail.  I sat in jail until just this afternoon."

   "How'd you get out?" I ask.

   "The public defender went to the judge and told him my story.  The
prosecuting attorney agreed to drop the drug and gun charges, since my
fingerprints weren't on the guns, and because I passed a piss test they
knew I didn't do drugs.  The judge said I probably wasn't aware that the
money was counterfeit, but considering how I got it, he sentenced me to
time served."

   "You just got out of jail today?  I ask.

   "Yep, not four hours ago," Jennifer replies.  "That's why I was so jumpy
when I saw the cop, I don't want to go back.  County's just over there,"
she says, pointing.  "So I came here to make some quick money before I went
home."

   "So how'd I kill your baby?" I say.  "I didn't make you fall down the
stairs."

   "No, you didn't," she replies.  "But you started it all."

   "How?"

   "By what you did, dumb ass!  If you wouldn't have given me that fake
money, I would have had Anthony's beer when I came home and we wouldn't
have got in a fight, and I wouldn't have run out of the apartment and
fallen and lost my baby," she bawls, as she bursts into tears.  "It's your
fault!" she wails.  "It's all your fault!"

   Silently I hand her a clean washcloth and sit back down.  The enormity
of what I've done hits me like a bullet to the heart.  "She's right," I
think to myself, "It is all my fault."

   I reach up and grab my little nylon bank bag out of its hiding spot.  I
open it up, and hand her the contents.

   "Fuck you!" she sobs.  "I don't want your fuckin' fake money!" as she
throws the bills back at me.

   "It's not fake," I say, as I pick up the bills.  "I wouldn't do that to
you again.  I may be an asshole, but I'm not that big of an asshole."

   "Take it," as I hand her the bills.  "Here..."

   She stares at me with those big dark eyes, not saying anything, just
burning a hole in me.

   "It's real," I say.  "We'll go inside the store, and you can use their
pen to check them if you don't believe me.  I'll go in there with you.  If
they're fake, call the police on me, I'll be right here."

   "I don't need to go inside!" she seethes.  "I learned a lesson from you,
motherfucker!  Look what I've got!" Jennifer grabs her purse, opens it, and
pulls out a counterfeit detecting marker.  She puts the cap in her teeth,
and pulls the pen out.  Working quickly, she makes a mark on all fourteen
bills, and sits back without saying anything.  Fourteen little golden marks
on fourteen of the Treasury's finest picture of Ben Franklin.

   "Why?" she asks harshly.  "Why are you giving me money?"

   "Because I..."

   "Because I couldn't sleep at night thinking about how I fucked
Jennifer's life up!" she says sarcastically.  "So now I'm going to buy my
conscience clean so I feel better about myself for what I did!  Fuck you!"
and she throws the bills back in my face again.  "I don't want your fuckin'
guilty conscience money either!"

   "Yeah, I admit, I feel guilty about what I did," I say.  "But it's also
more than that.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  I didn't mean to cause you to
suffer the way you did.  I was just having some fun, just fuckin' around a
little, and it got way out of hand.  I never imagined it would end up like
this."

   "Fuck you!  Lying bastard!"

   "I swear, if I could go back and undo what I did, I would... but I
can't. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant for you to lose your baby,
and I'm sorry.  I'm so very, very sorry."

   She says nothing, just stares at me with those dark eyes, and watches a
tear trickle down my cheek.

   "Here," I say, handing her the money.  "It's all I can do to try to make
up for what I did to you.  I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

   She takes the money, sets it on the nightstand, and resumes staring at
me, saying nothing.  I look into her eyes, and she stares back at me,
neither of us saying anything, just looking into each other's eyes, and
watching the tears roll.

   "I've been back here probably, ohhhh... two dozen times since I left you
that night," I confess.  "Sometimes I'd get a chance to stop, and I'd
always stop here at the truck stop and try to find you."

   "I was in jail, dipshit!"

   "I know that now.  I'd call for you on the radio, and listen to see if
you were out... but you weren't.  I'd ask any of the other girls I saw if
they knew you... but none did.  I called J.T.'s to see if you were there,
but they said you didn't work there anymore.  I even went over by the
mini-mart on Broadway just after Christmas, hoping to maybe find you."

   Jennifer sits there silently, staring at me, boring a hole in my soul
with those deep mahogany eyes.

   "I went in the mini-mart, and asked if they'd seen a young, pretty,
dark-haired girl with a newborn baby around, but they hadn't."

   "Why did you look for me?" she asks quietly.  "Why?"

   "Because I felt like shit for what I'd done to you.  It wasn't right of
me to give you counterfeit money, and I shouldn't have.  I left here the
next day, drove to Dallas, and I couldn't get you off of my mind.  I'd
drive for hours on end with the CB and the music off, and just think about
you, and what I'd done.  I only wanted to set it right, and apologize to
you.  I had no idea I'd destroyed your life like that.  I know you hate me,
I understand why, and I don't blame you - I'd hate me too.  I can't forgive
myself for what I did to you."

   I see that nasty left-hook out of the corner of my eye, but I'm not fast
enough.  WHACK!  Another slap across the right cheek, and this one hurts. I
put my hand to my face, and when I pull it back, a smear of blood is on my
fingers.

   "ENOUGH, GODAMMIT!" I yell, as I shove her back on the bed.

   I stand over her, my anger boiling inside me.  She doesn't say anything,
but stares back at me with the resigned look of someone who's been
physically abused before.

   A minute goes by... two... three... both of us staring at the other, not
saying a word.

   Finally, in a soft whisper she says, "I forgive you."

   "What?"

   "I said I forgive you.  I don't think you meant to hurt me the way you
did, and I forgive you."

   I fall back into my seat, and my tears flow freely.

   "Here," she says, handing me the washcloth.  "Take this."

   "Thanks," I say, as I begin to wipe my eyes.

   "No dummy, your cheek," as she takes the rag back.  "You're bleeding."

   She goes to put the cloth to my cheek, but I involuntarily pull back as
her hand approaches.

   "I'm not going to hit you," she says.  She begins to wipe the blood off
of my face, and says, "I'm sorry I scratched your face open.  I shouldn't
have hit you, I'm just not used to people apologizing to me."

   "It's okay," I tell her.  "I deserved it for what I did to you."

   "How's your hand?"

   I look down, and the bite marks have gone away, but there's a small
bruise that'll probably take two weeks to heal.  "It's alright," I say. 
"I'll live."

   "You know, in a way it's kinda funny."

   "What's funny?  Me bleeding?"

   "No, not that.  What's funny is that the only guy who'd have sex with me
while I was pregnant, the guy who had sex with me just before I went to
jail, is the first guy who wants to have sex with me when I get out," she
says.

   "I'll bet you really wanted to see me again, didn't you?"

   "Let's just say I had some pretty mixed emotions about that," she
smiles. "I'd remember how nice you were to me, and how you made me come so
hard, and then I'd remember why I was in jail, and... well..."

   "Well... I... uhhh... didn't call you over here tonight to have sex with
you," I stammer.  "I just wanted to apologize to you.  I thought you
wouldn't want anything to do with me after what happened."

   "You don't want to have sex with me?" she asks incredulously.  "Why? 
Now that I'm not pregnant, I don't turn you on?"

   "No... Yes... No... I mean... Yes..."

   "'Yes' or `No' - do you want to have sex with me?"

   "Yes, absolutely!"

   "Then c'mere," she says, as she slides back on the bed.  "C'mere... by
the way, what is your real name?"

   "John," I say.

   "Yeah, I remember you told me your name was Randy, and that's what I
told the detectives, but I also seem to remember that you told me your name
was Ricky, and something else... Robby, maybe?"

   "Ronny, I think."

   "Something like that.  So, John's your real name?"

   I stand up and get my wallet out of my back pocket.  "Here," as I flip
it open to my driver's license, "See for yourself."

   "Jonathan M.  Crockett, Twelve sixty-eight, Rio de los Cucaracha Verde,
Carlsbad, California" she reads.  "Where's Carlsbad?"

   "Halfway between Los Angeles and San Diego," I say.  "Not too far from
the Marine base at Camp Pendleton, if you know where that is."

   "No.  I've never been to California."

   I put my wallet back, sit down on the bed, reach for my little bottle of
`Vitamin V', and she asks "Viagra?"

   "Uhhh..." I say.  "Maybe... so what if it is?"

   "Lemme see," Jennifer says, as she takes the bottle from me.  She reads
the label silently, and hands me back the pills.

   "Good!" she says with a smile.  "Now you take your Viagra, because
you're going to need it!"

   "Huh?"

   "I haven't been laid since I was with you six months ago, and I've got
some catching up to do.  You've got some work to do tonight, old man!" she
says, grinning.

   "I don't know if I'm..."

   "Do me like you did last time, and you'll be just fine!" she laughs.

   As I place one of the little blue pills underneath my tongue, and feel
it dissolve, Jennifer pulls her sweatshirt off over her head, and undoes
her bra, letting her mountainous titties swing freely.  They aren't quite
as large as I remember, but they are impressive just the same.

   I remove my shoes and socks, pull my shirt over my head, and drop my
pants to the floor.  My throbbing cock twitches in front of me, as it
remembers the carnal pleasures her sumptuous body has to offer.

   Laying back on the bunk, she kicks off her shoes, pulls her socks off,
and unbuttons her jeans.  Lifting her hips, she slides them down her long
legs, and slips them off.  She lays back, clothed only a pair of navy-blue
panties, which she slowly slips off to reveal herself to me.

   "C'mere," she whispers.

   I move over her, and go to kiss her on the lips.  As my face approaches
hers, she turns her face to the side so I kiss her cheek.  I kiss her
cheek, her neck, and her chest.  I move slowly down to her mountainous
breasts, and run my tongue around each nipple, making it swell and stand
out from her tit.

   "Ummmmm..." she moans softly.  "Ummmmm..."

   I continue to kiss and lick each nipple, alternating between pursing it
with my lips, and blowing cool air on it.  Her eyes take on a dreamy,
half-open look, and I know she's enjoying this.  I slowly move down,
kissing and nibbling her flat stomach, her upper abdomen, and the tops of
her thighs.  I notice that the neatly-trimmed bush I remember has been
replaced with a thick, dark forest of tangled fur.  The heady aroma of her
pussy is intoxicating, and I move my face between her wide open legs.

   I blow gently on her pussy, and she moans softly.  "Ahhhhh..." Her clit
is poking up, just begging to be sucked on, and her pussy lips are
beginning to open like the petals of a blossoming flower.

   "Lick my pussy," she begs.

   "Hmmmm..." I say, enjoying the effect I'm having on her.  "I didn't hear
you."

   She says nothing, but places her hand on the back of my head and tries
to push my face into her syrupy pussy.  I stiffen my neck and resist, while
I blow more cool air on her clit.

   "Ohhhhh..." she moans heatedly.  "Lick my pussy, please!"

   I stick the tip of my tongue out, and lightly touch her clit.  She jumps
like she's been shocked and moans, "Oooohhhhhh..."

   Jennifer's hand is stroking the back of my head, and I move my face
forward a little, and breathe in the fragrant aroma of her sweet nectar.  I
run my tongue up and down the groove of her snatch, and I'm rewarded with
another moan, "Unnnhhhh..."

   I lick her gash up and down, and swirl my tongue over her rubbery pussy
lips.  Her flavor is fantastic - sweet, bitter, salty, and sour, all at
once - complex in only the way a woman's juices can be.  Her hips rock back
and forth as I lick her juicy snatch, and a river of syrup flows freely out
of her pussy.  I lick at her snatch, and continue to be treated to a
torrent of warm, rich, elixir.

   "Ooohhhh..." I hear her moan.  "So good, that feels so good..." I move
my tongue up to her clit, and again gingerly touch it with the tip.  She
wriggles underneath me and wails, "Aaaaaahhhh..."

   I flick her clit back and forth, moving my tongue over it like it's a
little speed bag in the gym, as her body writhes on the bed and she beats
her fists on the mattress.  "Aaaahhhhh..." she moans.  "Aaaahhhhh..."

   Wrapping my lips around her throbbing clit, I gently tug at it with my
lips, and begin to softly hum.  "Hmmmmm..." no melody, just a humming sound
in my throat and in my lips.  "Hmmmmm..."

   Jennifer is rolling her hips, pounding her fists on the mattress, trying
to pull my head in deeper, and rocking her head from side to side.  Her
chest is heaving, her titties are bouncing, her nipples are sticking
straight up, and she's about to come.  Her legs are wrapped around my back,
and she hunches her juicy pussy up at me, as she clenches and unclenches
the muscles in her thighs.

   "Hmmmmm..." I continue.  "Hmmmmm..."

   "Oh God," Jennifer wails.  "Don't stop, don't stop.  I'm gonna come,
gonna come, gonna come..."

   "Hmmmm..." "Hmmmm..." "Hmmmm..."

   "Ohhhh..." she shrieks, "Aaaahhhh..."

   Her body squirms beneath me and it's all I can do to keep my lips on her
clit.  She writhes and bucks as her orgasm overwhelms her, and I continue
to hum on her clit.  She wails, she moans, she cries, her fists beat the
mattress in pleasure.  She rolls her hips, and screams in delight,
"Oooooooohhhhhh..."

   I stop humming on her clit, and let her climax diminish.  I hear her
ragged breathing, and I glance up.  Jennifer's eyes are closed, and she
glows with satisfaction.  Her eyes slowly open, and she looks at me
dreamily.

   "That was so good!" she exclaims softly.  "Where did you learn to do
that?"

   I lower my lips back to her engorged clit and take it between them. 
"Hmmmmm..." I ask.  "What did you say?"

   "Aaaaaahhhh..." she moans softly, as a smaller orgasm races through her.
"Aaaahhh..."

   I have her at a peak of sexual frenzy, and I can make her come and come
again by just humming on her clit.  So, I do.

   "Aaaahhhhh... oh Gawd, please..."

   "Hmmmmm...?" I say, making my lips vibrate on her sensitive clit. 
"What?"

   "Aaaaahhhh..." she moans, as another orgasm envelops her curvy body. 
"Aaaaahhhh... Oooohhhhhh... that's toooo good!"

   "You like that?  Does it feel good?  Hmmmmmm...?"

   "Ooooohhhhh..."

   A torrent of sweet nectar is flowing out of her pussy, and I run my
tongue up her gash and enjoy the delicious flavor of her juice.

   "Ooohhh yeah, lick my pussy!"

   "What?  Hmmmmm...?" as I stop licking her tasty pussy, and resume
humming on her too-tender clit.

   "Aaaaahhhhh... Dooonnn't, stooooop, please!" she pleads, as her hand
tries to push my head into her pussy.

   I continue this cat and mouse game for a bit, until my throbbing cock
demands some attention.  I slip in the bed beside her, and roll her onto
her side, lifting her long, lithe right leg in the air.

   Slipping my turgid dick into her juicy pussy from behind, I begin to
stroke it in and out of her swampy snatch, feeling her warm, sweet juices
drench my balls as they flow out of her steamy cunt.

   "Ummmmm..." she moans, "Fuck my pussy..."

   Jennifer reaches down and begins to rub her clit with her fingers,
making her pussy pulse and spasm.

   "Oooohhhh..." she sighs contentedly, "Fuck me..."

   I slide my left arm underneath her neck, and around to her firm tits. 
Alternating between them, I rub their heavy fullness, and pull gently on
each nipple, making it stand out proudly from her tit.  Jennifer softly
kisses my arm while I play with her massive titties, and purrs "Ooooohhh
yeahhhhh, fuck me, let me come, let me come..."

   I continue stroking my cock in and out of her well-lubricated snatch,
relishing the feeling of her hot, humid pussy convulsing around my dick.  I
look into her eyes, and she looks at me with something more than lust... a
warmer, deeper look.  "Ummmmmm... you make me feel so good!" her voice
raspy with passion.

   My balls begin to tense up, and I feel my orgasm approaching.  "I'm
gonna come again," she moans, "I'm coming!"

   "Ohhhhh..." I whisper in her ear.  "Feel me come..."

   "Ohgawd, ohgawd, I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me..."

   Her pussy begins to clench and unclench around my cock, and I feel her
muscles squeeze my shaft.  Jennifer stops playing with her clit, and moves
her hand down to my ball sack.  She gently cradles them in her hand, and I
groan as a stream of hot come shoots out of the head of my cock into her
syrupy wetness.  Another twitch and another flood of jizz rushes into her
juicy snatch.  Another, another, and another until my balls have sent all
their contents into her hot pussy.

   I gently lower her leg, and we both lay back on the bed, sweat covering
our bodies, and my still-hard cock soaking in the warm wetness of her
luxurious pussy.

   My arm automatically wraps around her, pulling her close, and she
snuggles against me, her eyes closed.

   I open the vent, and feel the cool night air flow over our overheated
bodies.  "I'll lay here for just a minute and rest," I think to myself. 
"Just a minute or two..."

   CHAPTER THREE

   Blinking my eyes, I can see the beginnings of daylight through the open
vent.  My arm is draped over Jennifer's ribcage, my hand cups her firm left
tit, and my cock is stuck to her butt.  "5:51" says the clock in the AM/FM
radio.

   "Just a minute or two..." I think to myself.

   I sit up, and Jennifer begins to stir.  She groggily wakes up, sees me,
and looks puzzled.  "We fell asleep I guess..." I shrug.

   Jennifer looks at me in a strange sort of way, and I imagine she's
replaying the evening in her head, and trying to understand why she's here,
now, and especially with me.

   "I'n turstee," she sleepily mumbles.  "Can I haba rink."

   I smile at her, open the cooler, grab a bottle of orange juice, twist
the top off and hand it to her.

   "Tanks," she says, taking a big drink.  She swallows, takes another
drink, another, and finally says, "What time is it?"

   "Almost six," I say.  "We took a little nap."

   She nods her head in agreement, and continues looking at me.  After a
moment she says "John?"

   "Yeah?"

   Satisfied that she's got my name correct, she says, "John, are you busy
today?"

   "No," I say.  "This trailer doesn't deliver until Monday, then I go back
to California.  Why?"

   "Would you do me a favor?" she asks.

   "What?"

   "I have a few errands to run, and I need a ride.  Will you help me,
please?"

   "Sure," I say.  "I'll take this trailer over to the drop lot, and I'll
have the weekend off."

   "Thanks," she says.  She sits up in the bed, and wrinkles her cute
little nose.  Moving it down toward her armpit, she inhales shallowly
through her nose, and says, "Ewwwww, I stink!  I need a shower." She looks
my direction, inhales through her nose again and proclaims, "You stink too!
You need a shower."

   "Tell ya' what," I say.  Let's go drop this trailer, and I'll get us a
hotel room.  The truck stop showers aren't really designed for long hot
showers, and that's what we both need.  Alright with you?"

   "Okay," she says.

   As she moves to get dressed, her arm brushes the nightstand, and the
money I gave her last night falls to the floor.  We both stop and look at
it.

   Jennifer says nothing - just continues looking at the money.  Finally,
she reaches down, picks it up, and arranges the bills neatly.  She peels a
one hundred-dollar bill off of the bunch, and hands the rest back to me.

   "Here," she says.

   "No," I say.  "It's yours, you keep it."

   She spots the little bank bag I keep the money in, puts the other bills
back in it, and hands it back to me.  "Here."

   "Keep it," I tell her.  "I owe you..."

   "I took a hundred, that's all you owe me," she says.  "We're even."

   "Alright then," I say, reaching into the bag and pulling out another
hundred, "What about last night?"

   "A freebie," she smiles.  "On the house.  I was so horny, I'd have
fucked a dead man or a live goat!"

   "Ooooo, kinky!" I grin, as I put the bag back in its hiding spot.

   She smiles and shakes her head.  "Men!"

   We get dressed, and I pull out of the truck stop.  A short drive and
we're at the drop lot.  I park the trailer, disconnect from it, and send in
the usual messages.  "Pickup anytime Monday, deliver in Otey Mesa anytime
before midnight Friday," comes back over the satellite unit a few minutes
later.

   "Alright," I say.  "I'm going home!"

   I head toward the interstate, and I see a hotel.  Lots of room for truck
parking, and it looks very nice.

   We pull into a new, tall, hotel, one of the big chains.  I put some
clean clothes in my bag, and we walk into the lobby and register.  "Will
you and your daughter require separate rooms?" the desk clerk inquires.

   "Daughter?" I think to myself, "Do we really look like father and
daughter?" n "No," I say.  "Separate beds will be fine."

   "Room 723," handing me the encoded card key.  "Top floor, west side. 
Thank you for staying with us."

   "C'mon, Daddy!" she giggles as she takes my hand.

   We take the elevator to the top floor, find the room, and walk in.  A
spacious room, typical hotel style.  Two king-size beds, TV, sofa, table,
two chairs, and a sliding-glass door leading out to a small balcony.

   "You first," Jennifer says.  "It takes me longer.  I'll shave while you
shower," while she sits on a bed and removes her shoes and socks.

   "Okay," as I place my toilet bag on the wash counter.  "Here's my stuff,
have at it."

   In the blink of an eye, Jennifer removes her shirt, bra, kicks off her
jeans, and stands before me clad only in her panties.  She opens the bag,
and extracts my razor and shaving cream.  Smoothly she lifts one long,
shapely leg onto the counter and begins to apply the shaving cream, while
balancing gracefully on the other like a swan or a flamingo.

   Closing the bathroom door behind me, I peel off my clothes, and plop
down on the toilet for my morning shit.  As I sit there, I think about what
I did to her, and how she forgave me.  I'd love to get to know her better,
but I wonder how she feels toward me.

   I wipe, flush, turn the shower on, and notice delightedly that the
showerhead contains a massage unit.  There's nothing quite like a good
water massage to make me feel better.  I adjust the temperature - getting
it just perfect - and climb in.  I lather, rinse, shampoo my hair, and
shave my facial stubble with the disposable razor the hotel has provided.
Turning the showerhead from `Spray' to `Massage' starts the pulsing water
flow, and I turn around and let the jets of water massage the base of my
neck.

   The shower massage relaxes me, and I stand there, letting the pulsing
jets of water pound my lower neck and upper shoulders.  I feel a quick
temperature change in the air in the room, and I think I hear the door
close, but I'm too lost in the massage to pay much attention.

   The toilet flushes, the shower door opens and closes quickly, and the
water stops flowing over me.  I turn around, and Jennifer is standing with
her back to me, with the spray washing over her hourglass figure.

   "Here," handing me a sudsy washcloth.  "Wash my back, please."

   I take the washcloth, and begin to rub it over her.  Her shoulders, her
upper and lower back, even the little fire-breathing dragon I remember so
well all receive a thorough scrubbing.  I rub the washcloth over her firm,
round butt and lather it up nicely as well.

   The sensuous feeling of my hands rubbing over her wet, soapy skin has
caused my prick to swell.  She backs up into me as she sprays the water
over her torso, feels my erect cock poking her in the butt, grasps it
tenderly and says softly, "What's this?"

   I say nothing as she gently slides my swollen dick between the cheeks of
her suds-covered butt, and begins to slowly rotate her hips in little
circles.

   "I didn't see you take any Viagra today," she says softly.  "You must
like me!"

   Moving my hands down over her body to her abdomen, I gently press her
against me.  Her hands wrap around my neck, and gently pull my face down to
her neck.  I begin softly nuzzling and nibbling the sensitive areas of her
neck as my hands roam over her.  I feel the weighty fullness of her
dangling breasts, and lift and massage them both with my fingers.  I run my
hands down from her tits to her stomach, to her abdomen, feeling her
sensuous body.  As I rub my hands over the tops of her thighs and groin, I
notice something different - something is missing.

   "Like that?" she whispers.  "I needed a trim." The thickly overgrown
forest of earlier is gone, leaving just a nicely trimmed Mohawk of lush fur
in its place.

   "Yes, very much!"

   As I rub my hands over her thighs and groin, she slips a hand down over
mine, and gently moves it against her prominent clit.  I need no
encouragement, and I begin to easily massage the hard little nubbin with my
fingers.  Jennifer sighs contentedly, and continues rubbing her firm butt
over my cock.

   She bends forward slightly, braces herself against the shower wall with
one hand, and with the other, reaches back and grasps my shaft.  She pushes
her hips back, and I feel my cockhead enveloped by a warm tightness, but
not the tightness I'm used to.

   "Gently," she moans huskily.  "Don't hurt me."

   I rub her clit with my fingers, but I don't feel my cock there.  It
dawns on me where my dick is, and I love the different feeling of being
inside her ass.  I delicately move my cock forward a little, and feel the
tight resistance of her ass to my invading prick.  Slowly I ease my
twitching cock into her, but there's no natural lubrication to ease the way
- like in her juicy pussy - and the feeling is almost painful.

   I slide my other hand around to her mountainous tits, and rub the
nipples in turn, making them stand out from her firm tits.  I move my hand
up her neck and stroke her cheek, and as my hand moves in front of her
mouth, she kisses my fingers.  My hand works its way back down her chest,
and revels in the feeling of her fantastic tits and her hard nipples.

   Gradually I manage to cautiously slide the entire length of my dick into
her tight ass, and stop.  My fingers continue to knead and manipulate her
throbbing clit and her fleshy tits, while she moans with pleasure,
"Ummmmm... that feels so good!" I slip my middle finger past her trembling
pussy lips, and up into her succulent snatch.  "Ohhhhh!" she sighs, as her
body gives a little shudder.  "Ohhhhh yeaaahhh!"

   My finger seeks out and finds the little area on the front wall of her
luscious pussy, and begins to massage the spot.  "Oh God," she moans
lustily, "Don't stop what you're doing!  Ohhhhh... please don't stop!"

   Her pussy is contracting and spasming around my finger, and her juices
are dripping from her delicious pussy as I rub the palm of my hand over her
erect and twitching clit.  My cock can feel my finger moving inside her
quivering snatch through the little membrane that separates her two
tunnels, and the sensation is incredible.  I pull her body closer to me,
and she cries with joy, "Ohhhh... right there, rub my pussy, ohhhhh...
don't stop!"

   Her asshole is clenching the base of my cock, and her ass muscles are
fluttering and rippling up and down the length of my shaft.  My finger is
stroking her G-spot, my palm is rubbing her sensitive clit, and Jennifer's
wailing with ecstasy.

   "Ohhhhhh..." she howls.  "Ohhhhh... please don't stop, don't stop,
please don't stop... let me come, let me come, ohhhhhh..." as she pushes
her firm butt back at me.  "Ohhhh... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm com..."

   Her pussy grips my finger, and her ass muscles squeeze my cock as I
continue to massage her juicy pussy.  I feel her body shudder and her pussy
spasm as she comes on my finger.  "Aaaaaaahhhh..." she wails, pounding her
hand on the shower wall.  "Aaaaaahhhh..."

   As Jennifer's climax lessens, I continue to gently move my finger inside
her syrupy snatch.  I move the tip of my finger against the head of my
cock, and it causes my own orgasm to begin.

   "Ahhhh..." I grunt.  "I'm coming!"

   My ball sack draws up in it's familiar tightness, and my prick begins to
throb as spurts of jizz shoot out of the tip, and into her clenching ass.
"Ohhhh..." I moan helplessly.  "Ohhhhh..."

   "Aaaaahhh..." Jennifer wails as another orgasm makes her voluptuous body
convulse with pleasure.  "Aaahhhhh... that's so good, so good, ahhhhhh..."

   A river of hot come shoots out of the head of my pulsing cock,
inundating her ass with my warm jizz.  Spurt after spurt soaks her bowels
as her ass squeezes my dick, her muscles quivering and twitching around
throbbing cock.  My balls empty their contents into her tight ass, and pump
furiously until they are completely drained.

   As our climaxes slowly diminish, we both stand there, breathing heavily,
and feeling the warm water spray over our bodies.  Jennifer slowly
straightens up, and my spent cock slides out of her ass.  She turns, wraps
her arms around my neck, and gently kisses me on the cheek.

   "That was great!" she says.  "I've never come like that before.  Where
did you learn to do that?  And that thing you did last night with the
humming?"

   "I've had a little practice," I grin.

   "You can practice on me anytime!" she says with a smile.

   We rinse off, step out of the shower, and towel dry.  I change into my
clean clothes, Jennifer picks up the clothes she's been wearing, sniffs
them, and her cute nose wrinkles in disgust.  "Ewwww... I hate to put on
dirty clothes after I shower!"

   "I have a shirt you can wear," I offer.  "It may be a little big, but if
you want..."

   "Would you, please?"

   "It's in the truck, I'll be right back."

   I take the elevator downstairs, climb in the truck, and find a pair of
boxers and a white short-sleeve button-down shirt.  As I walk in the room,
she's hanging up the telephone.

   "I called the club, but it's too early, no one's there yet.  I called
Tiffany, one of the dancers I know from J.T.'s, and she said they would
have probably mailed me my last paycheck.  The post office said they have a
stack of mail they've been holding for me, and they're open until noon.  I
called the apartment manager, but all I got was a recording."

   "Wow," I exclaim.  "Quick, efficient, and thorough!  You'd make somebody
a good secretary!" I grin.

   "You'd be surprised what I'd make `Mr.  Right'," she grins back. 
"What's that?" as she points to my hand.

   "Skivvies," I say.  "Boxers.  I wear a forty, and I think they'll
fit..."

   "I'm a size thirty-six, I'll have you know!" she interrupts me, as a
scowl crosses her face.

   "Big," I add hastily, "They'll be too big and... uhhhh... baggy on you,
and you'll have to pin them up.  You're much... uhhhh... thinner than I am,
and you'll... uhhhh..."

   "Enough," she smiles.  "I get the point."

   She finds a safety pin in the toilet bag I have, and pins the shorts
smaller.  Jennifer disappears from view around the corner while I sit down
on the bed and turn on the TV.  When she reemerges, she's stunningly
beautiful.  Her long dark hair is loosely tied up in back, and even though
she has no makeup on, Jennifer's gorgeous.  She's wearing my shirt, with
the bottom tied up in a knot, leaving a broad expanse of her flat tummy
exposed.  The top two buttons are undone, providing a perfect display of
her magnificent bosom.  She's not wearing a bra, and I can just see her
dark areola through the white cotton.  Her jeans hug her hips, and mold
perfectly to the contours of her lower body.

   "You like?" as she steps in front of the mirror, turns side-to-side, and
looks at her reflection.

   "Yes, I like!"

   "I look fat," she frowns.  "My hips are big."

   "You are drop-dead gorgeous," I say.  "You look perfect!"

   Jennifer smiles at the compliment, and turns to me.  "Ready?  Let's go."

   I open her door and she climbs in the truck.  I climb in, start the
engine, and she asks, "Do you know what time it is?"

   "Nine seventeen," I say, glancing at the clock in the radio.

   "I'm hungry.  We've got time, let's go get some breakfast!"

   "Good idea," I say.  "Let's go!"

   Over on the other side of the interstate I see a `Lenny's Diner' so I
head over there, and park the truck.  I open the door, and she hops out and
takes my hand.  We walk into the restaurant, and take seats in a booth.

   "Coffee?" asks the waitress as she brings menus.

   "Yes, please," I say.  "No, thanks," says Jennifer.  "I'd like a glass
of orange juice, and a large iced tea."

   We study the menus, and Jennifer asks what I'm having.  "Probably the
ham and cheese omelet." I reply.  "How `bout you?"

   "I dunno," she says.  "I'm hungry."

   The waitress comes back with our beverages, and asks "Are you and your
daughter ready to order?"

   "Daughter," I think.  "Why does everyone think she's my daughter?"

   "Are you ready, Daddy?" Jennifer laughs.

   "Ham and cheese omelet, home fries, white toast," I say.  "And for you,
my darling daughter?"

   "I'll have the `He-man breakfast', scrambled eggs, wheat toast."

   "I didn't see that," I say, looking at the menu.  The waitress points to
some writing with her pen.  "`He-man breakfast'," it says.  "Four eggs,
four strips of bacon, four sausage links, hashbrowns and toast.  Three
pancakes and two biscuits with sausage gravy make this a breakfast for the
heartiest of appetites."

   "I know Marines that don't eat that much!" I exclaim as the waitress
heads to the kitchen with our order.  "Are you hungry or what?"

   "I haven't had a decent meal in six months, dummy!" she says pointedly.
"Remember where I've been?"

   "Oh," I say.  "Sorry... I forgot."

   "The county doesn't feel you very well, and the food tastes like shit,"
she says, somewhat testily.  "It's not what you'd call `fine dining'!"

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

   A flash of anger goes through those deep mahogany eyes, and it is almost
instantly replaced by something else, but I can't quite identify what.

   Our breakfast arrives, and we converse over breakfast, small talk about
our lives.  I relate how I joined the Navy straight out of high school, did
twenty years, and got out with a fairly decent retirement.  I tell of my
childless marriage and divorce some eighteen years ago, that I spent most
of my life at sea, and never remarried.  I explain how I started driving a
truck after I was discharged four years ago, because I wanted to see some
land for a change before I settled down.

   Jennifer tells a far more sorrowful tale, of a poor household with an
alcoholic mother and an abusive father.  She relates how she left her
hometown to go to college, and started dancing to help pay her way through
school.  After five semesters of college, she fell into one of the pitfalls
that the adult entertainment industry offers, and just, somehow, never made
it back to college.  She tells me of a steady procession of boyfriends,
lovers, and one-night-stands who all have one thing in common - they've all
treated her like shit.  She doesn't include me in that list, but she
doesn't have to - I know where I fit in, and it doesn't make me happy.

   The waitress brings the check, and takes my plate away.  I look down,
and see that Jennifer has polished off everything on her plate!  She's
eaten everything but one link sausage that sits in the middle of her plate.

   "Not cooked enough?" I say, pointing to the little link.  "Did you drop
it?"

   "Watch this," she says, with a devilish grin.

   She gracefully picks up the sausage with her thumb and index finger,
moves in to her lips, and begins to slowly move the little breakfast link
in and out of her mouth.

   "Mmmmmm..." she moans, winking at me.  "Mmmmmm..."

   "Stop that!" I hiss at her.  "Cut it out!"

   "Mmmmm..." she continues to moan.  "So hard, so firm, so..."

   "Stop it!"

   "So tasty, just the way I like it!" she grins mischievously.

   Contrary to my verbal protests, my cock has immediately sprung to life
as a result of the erotic spectacle that is taking place across the booth
from me.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, she pulls the
little sausage from her mouth, dips the end of it in some pancake syrup
remaining on her plate, and moves it back to her mouth.  Her tongue flicks
out, and begins to twirl around the end of the sausage, as she licks the
syrup off.

   "Ummmmm..." she moans as she winks at me.  "Sweeeeeet!"

   I stare transfixed at the sexy exhibition she's putting on, and my cock
is throbbing like it's about to burst.

   "Enough," I say, standing up.  "C'mon, let's go."

   Quickly I look at the check, and leave the amount and a decent tip for
the waitress.  The front of my pants is tented out obscenely, and I cover
it with my jacket so no one will see my raging hard-on.

   Jennifer walks out the door beside me, saying nothing, just grinning
like the Cheshire cat.  I open the door to the truck, and as she climbs in,
she gives her butt a little provocative wiggle in front of my face.  She
climbs in and goes to sit down, but I climb in behind her.  Jennifer moves
back to the bunk and sits down to let me pass by, but I stop and sit on the
edge of the passenger seat.

   "Please don't do that to me!" I say, looking her in the face.

   "Do what?" she asks, feigning innocence.

   "What you did back there in the restaurant!  Please don't."

   "Because we're in public?" she says, emphasizing `public'.

   "No," I say, "because I don't like walking around with a hard-on!  You
can play games if you want, just don't get the lawnmower out if you're not
going to mow thelawn!  Do you underst..."

   A fire engine approaches, with its lights flashing and siren wailing. 
It slows in front of us, makes a right turn, and heads up the cross street.
I stop talking to her, and turn to watch as it does.  I don't know a man
alive who won't stop what he's doing to watch a fire truck - I guess it's
the little boy in all of us.

   "Alright?" I say, turning back to her.  "Do you understand what I..."

   In the few seconds I've watched the fire engine pass, Jennifer has
stripped down to nothing, and is lying on my bed, completely nude. 
"C'mere," she whispers, stretching her arms out to me.  "C'mere and mow my
lawn."

   "I..." stammer as I begin to stand up.  "That isn't what I..."

   "Johnny's got a stiffie!  Johnny's got a stiffie!" she sings in a little
girl voice.  "Johnny really likes me, `cause Johnny's got a stiffie!" while
she reaches forward and rubs my cock through my pants.  "C'mere!" she
exclaims as she begins to grab at my belt buckle.

   I pull away from her, lock the door, and yank the curtains closed.

   "Yeah, I've got a stiffie," I say heatedly.  "You should know, you gave
it to me!" I kick my shoes off, drop my pants and shorts, and crawl between
those long, widespread legs.

   "I'll mow your lawn!" I hiss angrily as I rub my cock around in the
slippery oil that's oozing from her snatch.  "I'll mow your lawn, alright."
I push forward, and my cock easily slides into her well-lubricated pussy.
Her muscles squeeze my shaft, and she squeals with pleasure.

   "Ummmmm..." she squeals, "Fuck me."

   I begin to piston my cock in and out of her hot, clingy snatch - softly
at first, but I get madder as I think about the little scene back at the
restaurant, and I begin to pound her harder.

   Jennifer unbuttons my shirt, scrapes her fingernails lightly across my
chest, and pulls hard on my nipples.  "Fuck me good and hard!" she demands,
her eyes glowing lustily.  "Fuck me like you want it!"

   I begin to pound her pussy as hard as I can - the bedsprings are
squeaking, the truck is rocking, and my balls are making a
`THWACK-THWACK-THWACK' sound as they slap against her butt.  This isn't sex
anymore - it's about domination, submission, control.  One of us is going
to outfuck the other, and I'm determined not to lose this contest.

   Neither is she.  Jennifer feels me pounding her syrupy cunt, and begins
thrusting her hot pussy up at me in return.  "C'mon, fuck me!" she chants.
"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me good!"

   I'm fucking her with everything I've got, my dick thrashing around
inside her silky snatch, as her warm juices flow over my balls.  "Fuck me,
fuck my pussy, fuck me hard!" she cries.  "Make me come, if you can!  Gimme
what you've got, Daddy!  C'mon, fuck me!"

   She wraps her long legs around my back, her heels digging into the small
of my back, and pulls me into her fiery cunt.  "Think you can keep up with
me, Daddy?" she pants, staring lewdly into my eyes.  "I'm the best you'll
ever have!  Fuck me harder!  C'mon, fuck my pussy!"

   I'll die before I'll give in.  I place my hands under her firm, round
butt, and pull her harder onto my throbbing cock.  My hands are gripping
her butt so tight, I know it's hurting her, but she keeps skewering herself
on my cock, grinding her clit on me, and howling, "Fuck me, fuck me good
and hard, Daddy!"

   Reaching behind my back, I grab her ankles, and manage to unlatch her
legs from where they've been keeping me held into her hot, steamy snatch.
She grins at me as if she knows she's won, but I quickly throw her legs up,
so that her legs are bent back, and her heels are almost touching her ears.


   I slam my cock in and out of her juicy pussy, fucking her harder than I
ever thought I possibly could.  Waves of motion make her huge titties
jiggle and shake, while her hard nipples trace random patterns in the air.
"Oooohhh yeaaaaahhh," she moans.  "You love my good pussy, don't you?"

   "Yeeees," I gasp, as I release her ankles and let her legs rest on my
shoulders.  "Yes, I do..."

   "Then say it!" she begs hotly.  "Say it!  Tell me you love my pussy!"

   "I love your pussy!" I moan as I slam my cock into her succulent cunt.
"I love your pussy, I love..."

   "Ummmmm... my pussy loves your hard cock!"

   We stare into each other's eyes, and something between us ignites a
deeper response.  Suddenly it doesn't seem to matter who wins this little
fuckfest.  I stop pounding my cock into her wet pussy, and shift position
so my shaft is rubbing her erect clit as I stroke my cock deeply in and out
of her juicy cunt.  "Ohhhhh... your pussy is so good!" I groan, "You're
gonna make me come again!"

   Her hands begin to rub my shoulders and arms, as she looks into my eyes.
"Ohhhhh..." she wails.  "Fuck my pussy, John!  Ohhhhh yeaaahh, let me
come..."

   "Ohgawd," she shrieks, as her silky snatch begins to spasm and contract
around my throbbing cock.  "Ohgawd, John!  I'm coming!  Come for me,
ohhhhhh..."

   "Unnnhhhhh..." I moan as I feel the first shot of jizz shoot out of the
head of my dick.  "Unnnhhhh..."

   "Aaaaaahhh..." Jennifer wails while her fingernails lightly claw my
shoulders.  "Come in my pussy!"

   My eyes are closed, and every fiber of my being is condensed in my cock.
I pull her hips up and push my cock as far as I can into her quivering
cunt. My balls throb and twitch against her asshole as they pump their load
into her.  Gob after gob of sticky, hot come shoots out of my pulsing cock
and into her heavenly pussy.  I've had worse, but she's right - I've never
had any better.

   She squeezes her pussy, draining the last droplets of jizz out of my
wonderfully sore balls, and I manage a few final strokes inside of her
cream-filled snatch before I slip out.

   I gently remove her legs from my shoulders, and as I sit back on my
haunches, she lowers her legs and stares at me with those deep, mahogany
eyes.  We say nothing for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other,
lost in thought, as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

   "Tie," I finally say, grinning at her.  "But if I'd had a Viagra, you'd
have been begging me to stop!"

   "You don't need Viagra when you've got me," she grins back.  "I'm all
that one man could ever want.  `Ms.  Viagra', that's me!" she laughs.  "The
best in the West!"

   "You are so bad, Jennifer," I say, slowly shaking my head and smiling at
her.  "You are such a bad girl."

   "There once was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the
middle of her forehead," she says, starting the old nursery rhyme.  "When
she was good, she was very good.  And when she was bad... she was great!"
she finishes, smiling broadly at me.

   "That would be you," I smile as I nod my head.  "You are good, you are
bad, and you are great.  I've never met anyone quite like you."

   "I'm special!" she says, as she sits up and kisses me softly on the
cheek.  She spots a towel in my laundry basket, wipes her snatch where our
mixed juices are oozing out, and hands it to me.  "C'mon," she says, "I've
got errands to run."

   We get dressed, and I open the curtains.  I half-expect to see a crowd
gathered before us, wondering what all the screaming was and why the truck
was rocking, but nothing.  It's just another day in the city.

   I steer the big truck onto the highway, and in a few minutes we're over
near her old neighborhood.  She gives me directions, until I see the post
office on the right, and I pull into the lot.  "Be right back," she says,
as she climbs out of the truck.  "Don't leave me."

   "Leave you now or later?" I think to myself.  "Sooner or later I'll have
to go."

   Jennifer returns a few minutes later with a tote box full of letters,
magazines, and accumulated junk mail.  She gets in the truck, puts the box
in the bunk, takes a bundle of envelopes out of it, and begins going
through them.

   "Junk, junk, junk, junk," she says.  "Junk, bill, junk, junk, bill,
bill, finance..." as she stops at an envelope.  She tears it open, reads
the letter and says, "Shit!"

   "What?"

   "They repossessed my car," she says.  "Shit!  I figured they would when
I didn't make the payments.  Oh well, all that greasy sleazeball finance
manager wanted to do was fuck me anyway."

   "There isn't a man alive who wouldn't want to fuck you," I think to
myself.  "Priests would give up their vows of celibacy for you!"

   "What kind of car did you have?"

   "A '95 TransAm," she says.  "Nice car, but the payments were
astronomical, and it needed some work.  I'll get another one," she says. 
"Bill, junk, junk, bill, junk, aha... here it is!" as she pulls out an
envelope and tears it open.

   "Two hundred fifty seven dollars and ninety one cents," Jennifer says,
waving the paycheck in the air, before putting it in her purse.  "They took
out twenty dollars for a `locker re-keying fee', but that's okay."

   "Junk, bill, bill, bill, junk," as she begins flipping through the stack
of envelopes again.  "Uh-oh, landlord," as she opens an envelope.

   She reads the letter silently, puts it down, looks out the window, and
reads the letter again.  "MOTHERFUCKING COCKBITING SONS-OF-A-BITCH" she
screams at the top of her lungs.  "FUCKING LOWLIFE ROTTEN MISERABLE
BASTARDS!  FUCKING SHIT PISS FUCKING SHIT!  GODDAMN IT ALL TO FUCKING
HELL!" as she pounds her fists on the dashboard of the truck.  "FUCK," she
screams, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

   "Easy!" I say loudly, "You're gonna break something!  What's wrong?"

   "HERE!" she yells, whipping the letter at me.  "I'M FUCKED!"

   `Dear Ms.  Straub,' it begins, and the rest is standard legalese.  What
it essentially says is; you got behind on the rent, we had you evicted,
sold your belongings to pay the back-due rent, and you still owe us three
months rent and attorney's fees.

   "I'm so screwed," she sobs as she begins to cry.  "I have nothing. 
They've sold my furniture, my TV, all my stuff, even my clothes!" crying
even harder.  "I am so screwed, I don't know what do to."

   "I have nowhere to go, nothing to wear, no place to stay, no car, no
nothing," she sobs uncontrollably.  "What am I gonna do, where am I gonna
stay?  I'm fucked!" she wails.  "My life is fucked!"

   I sit quietly as she gets up out of the seat and steps back to the bunk.
Jennifer lies down on her stomach and cries hysterically, as I sit silently
and watch her.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   "This is your fault!" a little voice in my head says.  "You did this to
her.  You are responsible for what has happened to her.  You thought it'd
be real funny to give her that fake money you printed up, and this is what
happened.  This is all your fault, and you need to make it right!"

   I pick my road atlas up off the floor, flip open to the page with the
city map on it and ask, "Where's the largest mall?"

   "What?" she bawls, "What did you say?"

   "The mall, where's the largest mall?  The mega-mall that everyone shops
at because it has the most stores.  Every city has one, where is it here?"

   "Westbury Mall," she sobs, "In Oak Lawn, over off of Coxwell Road."

   I know about where that is, and I quickly find it on the map - about a
twenty-minute drive.

   "Good," I say, as I ease the truck out into traffic.  "Let's go."

   "Why?" she sniffles.  "Why are we going to the mall?"

   "You need clothes, and they sell them at the mall."

   "I don't have much money," and she begins to sob again.  "I don't have
much of anything!"

   "Let me worry about that, alright?  I'll buy you some clothes.  You can
stay with me at the hotel for a couple of days, and we'll try to figure out
what to do.  It's not much, but for now it's a start." I say.  "Let's go
get you some clothes to wear."

   "Okay," she sniffles.  "Okay."

   A twenty-five minute drive brings us to the mall, and it's a big one.  I
park the truck, climb down and open her door.  "C'mon," I say, "Let's go
shopping."

   "You don't have to do this for me."

   "I know," I say.  "Let's go."

   A smile brightens her face, and she climbs down, closes the door, and
takes my hand.  We walk hand-in-hand across the lot, and through the glass
doors that lead into the cavernous interior of the mall.

   Everyone has one thing in life that they are talented at doing -
painters, artists, musicians, pilots, surgeons, mechanics, gardeners -
everyone has some natural, God-given ability.  Jennifer's talent is
shopping.

   She goes into a store like a tornado through a trailer park in Kansas,
with the same devastating results.  She'll attack a rack of clothes, flip
through it like a Rolodex, select eight, ten, twelve items and head for the
dressing room with me in tow.

   I sit down on the bench outside the dressing rooms while Jennifer goes
inside.  Thirty seconds go by, and she emerges with a pair of jeans on and
looks at herself in the full-length mirror - "Do you like these?" "Yes." "I
don't, they make my butt look fat." Back in the dressing room, thirty
seconds later, and out with another pair on - "Do you like these?" "Yes."
"I don't, they make my butt look flat." Back in the dressing room, thirty
seconds, a third pair - "Like these?" "Yes." "I don't, they make my hips
look big." After she's tried on all the clothes, she'll select maybe one or
two items and hand them to me to hold.  The rest of the loose clothing goes
to the unfortunate salesclerk to put back on hangers, while she ransacks
another rack of clothing.

   It's a new and different experience for me, being with a woman shopping
for clothes, and I relegate myself to a supporting role - following her
from store to store, carrying bags out to the truck, and most
importantly... paying for it all.

   The lower level, the main level, the middle level, and the upper level
all feel our footsteps.  North wing, South wing, the East and West wings
all are graced with our presence.  I begin to notice that wherever we go,
Jennifer is the center of attention.  All other men turn to ogle and admire
her as we walk by.  She is undoubtedly the most attractive woman in the
mall, and it makes my chest swell with pride knowing that this dazzlingly
beautiful woman is with me.

   We're standing in one of the big department stores, and she's talking to
a woman at the cosmetics counter about something that sounds like we should
be at a home-improvement store - foundation, base, and other terms I know
not.  I wander over to the jewelry counter, and look inside.  A
three-strand necklace of pearls catches my eye, and I motion the salesclerk
over.  "Those pearls," I say.  "I'd like to see them, please."

   The clerk unlocks the display, opens the door, and hands them to me.  "A
fine necklace, Sir.  They're very beautiful."

   Yes, they are - and so is the price.  They were much cheaper at the
NavEx in Yokohama, but I'm not in Yokohama.

   "I'll take them," handing the clerk my charge card.  Jennifer walks
over, and I quickly move to cut her off.

   "I wondered where you went," she says.

   "Just browsing, killing time, looking around," I reply.

   "I need one more thing, then I'll be done here," as she heads back to
the cosmetic counter.

   "I'll be right over."

   "Here, Sir," says the sales clerk, handing me the pearl necklace in a
box, and a receipt to sign.  "Are they for your daughter?" she asks,
looking Jennifer's way.

   "Daughter?" I think to myself.  "No she's my... Lover?  Whore? 
Girlfriend?  Fuck buddy?  What is she?"

   "Yes," as I sign the receipt and hide the box in my inner jacket pocket.

   "I'm sure she'll like them, and if she doesn't we'll be happy to..."

   "She'll love them," I say.  "Thank you."

   "Thank you, Sir!"

   I walk back to the cosmetics counter, pay for her purchase, and off we
go.

   On one trip back into the mall after taking bags to the truck, Jennifer
says, "I'm thirsty, let's get a drink."

   I spot a little snack stand, and we head there.  I get a cup of coffee,
and she gets a soft-serve ice cream cone.  We sit at the table across from
one another, me sipping my coffee, Jennifer eating her cone.

   While I'm gazing out into the mall, watching the world go by, I hear a
too familiar sound - "Mmmmmm..."

   I look back at her, and she has a sexy, sultry, devilish grin on her
face.  "Mmmmmm..." as she swirls her tongue sensually around the tip of the
ice cream cone.  "Mmmmmmm..."

   "Don't do this to me again, please."

   "Mmmmmm..." she purrs.  "Mmmmm..."

   She takes the cone and wipes a little bit of ice cream on her upper lip,
extends her tongue and slowly licks it off.  "Mmmmm..." she says, arching
her eyebrows at me, "Sweet and creamy!"

   My cock begins to swell and throb in my pants, and I sit there
transfixed by the risqué performance that is taking place before me. 
Jennifer sees me staring at her intently and suddenly stands up and
announces, "I'm done, let's go."

   Only by thinking about work am I able to make my throbbing cock deflate
a little.  I decide not to mention her little performance like I did this
morning, and she seems almost disappointed when I don't.  Jennifer walks
over to the trashcan, deposits the rubbish inside, and moves over to the
counter.  I see her pointing at something and talking to the young clerk.
He hands her something in a small cup and she bats her eyelashes at him,
smiles, and walks over to me.

   We stroll through the mall, arm-in-arm.  "What'd ya' get?" I ask.

   Jennifer shows me what she's holding in her other hand - a small plastic
cup with a single maraschino cherry.

   "Watch this," she says.  She takes the cherry out of the cup, and pops
it into her mouth.  Her lower jaw moves a little, and I can see her tongue
moving inside her lips.  She stops, puts her hand to her mouth, and takes
something out.

   "Here," smiling mischievously as she hands it to me.

   I take it from her hand and look down... the stem of the cherry is tied
in a perfect overhand knot.

   Before I can say anything, she drags me by the arm toward a men's store.
"You need a pair of pants," she declares as she propels me inside.

   "I do?" I say, while dropping the stem in my shirt pocket.

   As we walk past a rack of men's tracksuits, she grabs one off of the
rack and shoves me toward the dressing rooms, saying, "Here, try this on."

   "I don't think it'll fit," I tell her, while she pushes me inside a
room. "It looks too small..."

   The door closes behind me, and I begin to turn around.  Before I can say
anything more, I feel a pair of hands unbuckling my belt buckle and pulling
my pants and shorts down.  I look down, and there she is, on her knees in
front of me.

   My semi-swollen cock springs free, and wordlessly she wraps her lips
around it.  "Ohhhh..." I moan.  "What are you doing to me..."

   "Shhhh..." I hear her whisper.  "Shhhhh..."

   Her talented tongue is swirling around the tip of my throbbing prick
like it did on the ice cream cone, and her head is bobbing back and forth,
methodically sucking my dick.  Her hand is gently pressing on the cheek of
my butt, coaxing me forward into her greedily suctioning mouth.

   My hand grabs a hold of the coat rack, since my knees are beginning to
weaken from the intense pleasure her mouth is providing my dick.  Up and
down goes her head on my pulsing cock, and that multi-talented tongue of
hers is twirling around the head.

   As she swallows my cock I feel the hot breath from her nostrils tickling
my pubic hair when she exhales.  Jennifer pulls her lips off of my
twitching dick, and licks it bottom to top, like a big candy cane.

   "Aaaahhhh..." I moan softly.  "Aaaahhhh..."

   She runs her tongue along the underside of my cock and licks the base of
it, making it twitch with anticipation.  She slowly licks my ball sack,
before gently sucking each of my balls into her warm mouth and swirling her
tongue around them.

   The sheer eroticism of what she is doing is making my head spin. 
Outside the door I can hear people talking and doors to other dressing
rooms open and close as customers try on their clothes.  They go about
their business, completely unaware a gorgeous, young minx is inside this
room with me, and doing her best to make me come in her mouth.

   Up and down she licks my throbbing cock, and then wraps her lips around
the head.  As she gently pushes me deeper into her mouth with one hand, her
other hand begins to fondle my ball sack, and I feel the familiar tightness
begin as my nuts begin to draw up.

   "I'm gonna come," I moan softly.  "Ohhhh... I'm gonna come!"

   She senses the twitching in my cock that signals an imminent orgasm, and
I feel her hand glide across my butt.  Suddenly I feel one of her fingers
press against my asshole and wriggle inside my ass as I come.

   Jennifer gently fucks my ass with her finger as I shoot spurt after
spurt of jizz into her warm waiting mouth.  The feeling of her finger
sliding in and out of my ass is marvelous, and my asshole squeezes tightly
around her finger as I continue to come.  My delightfully overworked balls
offer up their third full load of jizz, and struggle to keep up with her
siphoning mouth.  "Urrrrrggghhh..." I gurgle helplessly, "Urrrrr..."

   My already weakened knees buckle, and I fall back against the wall of
the dressing room with a loud, wall-vibrating `THUMP'.

   There's a knock at the door.  "Are you alright, Sir?" I hear a male
voice say.

   "Yes," I barely manage to reply, "I just lost my balance.  I'm alright."

   I look down at Jennifer, as she gets to her feet.  Before I can say
anything, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard on the lips.
I feel her tongue press against my lips and I automatically open my mouth.
Her tongue snakes inside my mouth and I taste something new and different -
warm, slightly sweet, slightly salty, and rich - like a gravy or a cream
sauce of some sort; which is exactly what it is.

   She twirls her tongue around mine for a few seconds, then pulls back and
stares at me hotly with those deep dark eyes of hers.  "Anthony would never
let me kiss him after I sucked him off.  You're different - I like that!"
she whispers sexily.  "Let's go."

   My composure has slowly returned to something near normal, and I tuck in
my shirt, buckle my pants, and square myself away.  I take the tracksuit
off of the coat rack, and open the dressing room door.

   A young, high school age sales clerk is about twelve feet away with his
back to me, and he turns as I open the door.

   "Well, Sir..." he begins, and stops in mid-sentence.  His eyes look past
me to Jennifer, who has emerged out of the dressing room, and is standing
arm-in-arm with me, grinning like the Cheshire cat.  You don't have to be
Einstein to figure out what just happened in there, and he looks at me with
a conspiratorial smirk on his teenage face.

   I slip my right hand in my pocket, grab a twenty, and palm it.  I hand
him the tracksuit with my left, and shake his hand with my right.

   "Thank you!" I say, smiling confidently at him.  "Thank you very much!"

   I feel him palm the twenty as I shake his hand, and Jennifer begins to
pull me away.  I see the young man look down at his hand, then pocket the
bill in his pants pocket.  If there's a security videotape system, I know
he'll have hours of fun showing our little tryst to his friends - but I
don't care, I've got the girl.

   "Thank you, Sir!" he exclaims as Jennifer drags me off, "Thank you very
much," and almost as an afterthought he says, "Please, come again!"

   "Oh, he will!" giggles Jennifer.  "You can count on that!"

   "You are so bad!" I chuckle, as we walk out of the men's store.  "You
are such a bad girl."

   "I know," she says.  "You wouldn't want me any other way!" "And," she
adds knowingly, "That was your third time today!  You don't need Viagra
when you've got me!"

   Back on our mall expedition we go.  Blouses, skirts, dresses, jeans,
slacks, bras, panties, hose, socks, shoes, clothes, clothes, clothes, and
more clothes.

   Finally, I'm saved by a voice from above - "Attention Westbury
shoppers," it intones.  "The mall will be closing in fifteen minutes. 
Thank you for shopping at Westbury Mall, and have a nice evening."

   "Awwwwwww," I say half-jokingly, half-sarcastically, "And I was just
getting warmed up.  Damn the luck."

   "WallyWorld is open twenty-four seven." Jennifer states.

   "What else could you possibly need?" I ask, somewhat exasperatedly.

   "Toiletries," she says.  "Luggage."

   As we head for the exit, she stops in front of a women's lingerie store,
and announces, "I have to pee."

   "I'll go move the truck closer," I say.

   "Okay, I'll be right out."

   I drive closer to the mall entrance, and in a few minutes Jennifer
emerges from the mall and climbs in the truck.  She moves toward the bunk,
and I think I see her put a small bag back there, but it might be something
that accidentally fell to the floor.

   A two hour trip into WallyWorld supplies her with shampoo, soap, a
razor, blades, deodorant, a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, cotton
balls, cotton swabs, nail clippers, tweezers, nail polish remover, rubbing
alcohol, and countless other small items.  She also manages to pick out a
curling iron, a clothes iron, a hair dryer, a lighted makeup mirror, and
six ballistic-nylon bags to carry it all.

   We load the merchandise in the overflowing bunk, and I head back onto
the interstate.

   "I'm hungry, aren't you?  Let's get some supper," she says.

   "Yeah, I am.  You've just about worn me out, I need some nourishment."

   We pull into the `Lenny's' we ate breakfast at earlier this morning, and
I glance at the radio; 12:37 - we've been at this over eighteen hours.

   As we walk into the restaurant, I drop fifty cents in the paper box, and
grab the evening edition.  "I wanna check the baseball scores," I say.

   We order dinner, and while I look at the sports section, Jennifer reads
the front page.  Over dinner I am pleasantly surprised to learn that she is
quite intelligent.  Jennifer has a good knowledge of finance, world and
national politics, and world geography.  She's a little behind the curve on
current affairs - but I presume that's a result of her recent
incarceration. She's able to carry on a dialog about a multitude of topics,
and she's a good conversationalist.

   The waitress brings the check, and inquires if we'd like anything else.

   "Some breakfast sausages?" Jennifer says, as she looks at me with her
mischievous grin that I'm beginning to realize signifies trouble for me.

   "Nothing else, thank you," I tell the waitress.  "Sausage is a private
joke."

   The waitress says nothing, just smiles her robotic smile and moves off.

   Jennifer says she needs to use the bathroom, and I tell her I'll wait
here for her.  As she goes to the restroom, I feel a bulge in my shirt
pocket, and I pull out a huge wad of folded up store receipts.  "I wonder?"
I think to myself.  I flatten them out, and begin adding up figures in my
head - "317 plus 286 is 603 plus 262 is 865 plus 184 is 1049 plus 473 is
1522 plus..."

   Jennifer sits down and sees me adding receipts.  "Well," she asks with a
grin, "How much did you spend on me today?"

   I add the last two receipts in my head and reply, "Does it matter?"

   "Please tell me, I'm curious."

   "I didn't count change, just whole dollars.  With the hotel, it's a
little over forty-seven."

   "I spent almost forty-five hundred dollars of your money on clothes
today?" she asks in a quiet voice.

   "And toiletries and luggage and other stuff."

   "Ohmigawd!" she says, as she slumps back in the booth.  "I'm so sorry, I
guess I got carried away." She looks at me sadly and says, "Tomorrow I'll
return as much of it as you want me to.  I don't need all that stuff, I
didn't realize I was spending..."

   I raise my hand with the palm toward her.  "Don't worry about it," I
say. "It's no big deal."

   "It is to me," she says.  "I can't spend all of your money like that."

   "Yes you can," I say, "...and you did!" while grinning at her.

   She stares at me with those deep dark eyes, and says nothing for a
minute.  Finally in a hushed voice she asks, "Why, John?  Why are you doing
this?"

   "Because."

   "Because why?

   "Because, I owe... I love... just because, that's why."

   I go to put my jacket on, and I feel something in the inner pocket bump
into my chest.  "Oh yeah," I remember.  I quickly move around to her side
of the table, and slide in the booth next to her.  "I have something for
you," I say.  "I hope you'll like it." I pull the jewelry box out of my
inner pocket, and place it on the table in front of her.  "Here, open it."

   She opens the box, and recoils like she's just seen a snake.  "Oh John,"
she whispers softly, "They're beautiful!" She looks at me and shakes her
head, "You shouldn't have, you didn't need to, I don't deserve..."

   "Do you like them?" I ask hopefully.

   "Oh yes," she stammers.  "Yes!"

   "Here." I take the necklace out of the box, and as she lifts her long,
dark brown hair up in back I open the clasp and clip the necklace around
her neck.

   "You look even more beautiful!" I say.

   Jennifer turns and looks at her reflection in the plate glass window. 
She moves her hand up to her neck, feels the beautiful strands, and turns
back to me with tears welling up in her big dark eyes.

   "Thank you," she says, as she softly kisses my cheek.  "I don't know
what to say."

   "Your smile says it all."

   She looks at me and I see the tears start to trickle down her cheeks. 
"Thank you John for everything you've done for me," she says.  "I don't
know what I'd do without you.  You're so good to me, you're so nice, I...
I..."

   I look at her and smile, hug her close, and go to kiss her.  As I move
my face toward her, she lowers her head, and I kiss her forehead.

   "Let's go get some sleep," I say.  "It's been a long day, and I'm
tired."

   I leave the money for the bill on the table, and we leave the
restaurant. I open her door, she climbs in, and I walk around and climb in
my side.  As I sit down, she moves over, and softly kisses me on the cheek
again.  She smiles tenderly at me, and the tension is so thick it hangs in
the air like a cloud.  I know what I feel, and I think I know what she
feels, but neither of us will say it.

   We drive back to the hotel, and as I open her door, she begins handing
me packages.

   "Tonight?" I say.  "Now?"

   "Please?  Pretty please?  For me?"

   "It'll take us five, maybe six trips," I say.  "Wait a minute, I have an
idea."

   I go in the hotel, and look for one of the luggage carts the hotel
provides.  I find one, but it has no sides, and will probably be more of a
hassle than a convenience.  Another idea...

   I find the front desk clerk, and pay him twenty bucks to go get me one
of the big plastic tubs that housekeeping uses to put dirty linen in when
they clean the rooms.  He wheels it out to me, and I roll it out to the
truck.  Jennifer ends up having to carry a few bags while I push the cart -
there's so much stuff it won't all fit in the tub.

   We take the elevator up to our room, and pile everything on and around
the bed closest to the door.  I put the laundry tub out in the hallway,
call the clerk to tell him he can pick it up, and thank him for letting me
use it.

   Jennifer pulls off her jacket, and begins to go through bags of
merchandise.  I watch her for a minute and say, "I'm going to get a shower,
I'll be right out."

   "Okay."

   I turn the water on, get the temperature right, and climb in, after
making sure the bathroom door is locked - I don't think I could handle
another passionate encounter with Jennifer today.  I lather, rinse, towel
off, and put on my baggy sleep shorts.  Emerging from the bathroom, I look
at her, deeply engrossed in her new wardrobe.  She smiles and blows me a
kiss as I pass in front of her - I smile back at her and silently pad by. I
sit down on the edge of the other bed, and look out the big sliding glass
door.  A line of clouds is visible off on the horizon, and it looks like a
storm front is moving in.

   "Are you okay?" she asks.

   "I'm fine, just looking out the window.  It looks like rain."

   She says nothing; she's busy with her new clothes.

   I turn on the television, and flip to the weather channel.  `Rain
starting early Sunday morning, and continuing all day Sunday,' it says. 
It's gotten cool in the room, so I think I'll get under the covers to stay
warm.  I flip through the channels on the TV, but nothing interesting is
on, and my eyelids start to get heavy.

   The last thing I remember is a voice saying, "What about this, John?  Do
you think this matches?"

   CHAPTER FIVE

   I wake up, cause I have to pee.  "10:03" says the clock radio on the
nightstand.  I empty my full bladder, and shuffle quietly back to the bed.
I notice that all of her new clothes are neatly folded and stacked in
little piles on the other bed and the sofa.  "That's one squared away
sailor," as I hazily remember something from another life.

   Shuffling over to the sliding glass door, I pull back the curtain and
look outside.  The sky is overcast, and rain is pummeling down.  As I crawl
back under the covers, I glance over in the bed next to me.  Jennifer is
laying there with her back to me, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders,
and snoring softly.

   I put my hand out, lightly rub and pat the cheek of her firm, curvaceous
butt for a second, roll over on my back, and fall asleep again.

   I dream I'm back in the Navy, and I'm at sea.  We catch a dark haired
mermaid with big brown eyes, and she wants to have sex with me.  We do, and
the feeling is great, very delightful.  So delightful that I sleepily
awaken and open my eyes.

   Jennifer is astride me, sliding her velvety smooth snatch up and down on
my already awake cock.  I watch her for a moment, enthralled by what I see.
She is wearing a silky, champagne-colored negligee that envelops her curvy
body about to the top of her thighs.  Two thin straps hold it up, and a
gossamer brocade of silk and lace partially covers her pendulous breasts.
Her big brown areolas are just visible behind the inviting veil, and her
nipples press firmly against the lace.  The front is low cut, and displays
an abundant expanse of her ample bosom.  "I don't remember buying this, she
must have bought this when we were leaving the mall," I think.

   Her tousled dark brown hair frames her gorgeous face, the pearl necklace
reflects its luster in the soft light, and the delicate fragrance of her
perfume fills my nose.  She is a picture of feminine beauty, a goddess,
Aphrodite - and she is pleasuring herself with my body.

   "Good morning," I whisper.

   "Shhhhh..." she whispers, placing her fingers delicately on my lips. 
"Listen... Hear the rain?"

   The rain beats a polyrhythmic tempo against the glass of the sliding
door, and reminds me of another night, not so long ago, not so far away.

   Her body moves as fluidly as the rain, as she strokes her juicy pussy on
my engorged cock.  Her eyes are closed, and she effortlessly raises and
lowers herself on my dick.  Up and down she slides her sweetness on me,
rolling her hips, and making my cock slither about inside her luscious
pussy.

   Silently, I move my hands over her body, feeling her shapely and firm
legs, her tight butt cheeks, her back, her shoulders, her arms, her
breasts. I rub my hands over her hourglass figure again and again, feeling
the sensuous touch of her skin, the ripe fullness of her breasts, the tight
muscles of her thighs as she skewers herself on my dick.

   Her well-lubricated snatch is hotter than a volcano, and I can feel
streams of molten lava flow out of it and drench my balls as she lustily
indulges her wanton desires.  I see her imposing tits lazily undulating as
she satisfies herself with my cock, and I delicately caress them through
the silky negligee.

   I move my hands up, and gently pull down the material covering her left
breast.  It frees itself from its confines, and presents itself to me.  I
swirl my tongue around the hard, bullet-like nipple and greedily suck it
into my mouth.

   "Ummmmm..." Jennifer says almost inaudibly.  Her hand moves to the back
of my head, and she begins running her fingers through my hair, as she
pulls my head onto her enormous tit.  There's no milk in it anymore, but I
still continue to suckle and nurse the nipple like there was - pulling
gently on the teat with my lips, running my tongue over the nipple and
blowing cool air on it before I resume sucking on it.

   Jennifer says nothing, but just continues to silently work her sexual
magic on my pulsing hardness.

   I continue to move my hands over her body, and as I move a hand across
her thigh, I feel one of her hands on mine.  I automatically know what she
wants, and I slip my fingers into where our bodies are joined together.  I
feel her rigid clit, and I lightly massage and stimulate it with my
fingers, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her voluptuous body.

   Jennifer grinds her over-stimulated clit against my fingers with an
urgency that is timeless, and as I pull my lips away from her luscious tit,
I look at her face.  Her eyes are closed, she's biting her lower lip, and
she is completely captive to the feeling that I'm providing her.

   I hear her breathing become deeper and more ragged, and her hips seem to
be moving of their own accord, as she continues to pump my twitching prick
into her syrupy snatch, and grinds her sensitive clit onto my hand.

   With a final gasp, I feel her pussy begin to involuntarily quiver and
spasm around my deeply embedded cock.  Her muscles tense, as she pushes her
juicy pussy down on my cock, burying it in her as deeply as she can.  Hot
streams of nectar cascade from her pussy and coat my balls with their
warmth.

   She shudders two, three, four times, and slowly begins to breathe again.
Her face, her entire body is aglow with sexual pleasure, and it makes me
feel good to know that I can provide her with such physical gratification.

   As her orgasm subsides, Jennifer slips off of me, and lies down beside
me on the bed.  Her arm drapes over my chest, and her head is next to my
ear.  I lay there, looking at the ceiling - thinking about how I feel
towards her, and I hear her softly say, "I love you, John.  I love you so
very much!"

   Like a dam bursting open, the words rush out of my mouth, "I love you
too, Jennifer!  I love you too!"

   She raises up, moves over, and kisses me full on the lips.  I feel her
tongue on my lips, and as I open my mouth, I feel her talented tongue slip
inside.  Our tongues intertwine, and we kiss, and kiss, and kiss some more.
I put my arms around her, and draw her closer to me, pressing her lips
fully into mine.

   Thousands of pent-up emotions flow throughout my body.  My brain is
awash in a sea of conflicting feelings, until suddenly I stop and pull my
head back.  "No, I can't."

   "Can't what?"

   "I can't do this.  I spent six months looking for you, and now that I've
found you this weekend, I'm going to have to leave you.  I can't let myself
get attached to you, because you'll break my heart again," I say.

   "Again?"

   "When you left me that night, I wished you'd walk back to me, and I was
so sad that you were leaving..."

   "You're not the only one," Jennifer says.

   "What do you mean?"

   "When I left you, all I could hear in my head was what you'd said to me
about finding someone that would treat me the way I wanted to be treated,
and how I deserved to be happy.  Somehow I felt close to you, and I thought
you felt the same way too.  I walked across the street, but all I wanted to
do was to get back in the truck with you.  I went in the store, stopped for
a bit, and walked back out the door.  You were driving off, so I went back
in to get Anthony's beer, and you know the rest."

   "Why didn't you come back?" I ask quietly.  "Why didn't you?"

   "Afraid, I guess," she says softly.  "Afraid that someone as nice as you
wouldn't want a girl like me.  Afraid of rejection, afraid of failure,
afraid of the unknown, just afraid."

   "So was I," I say.  "And look what happened."

   "I'd sit in jail and think," Jennifer says.  "I'd think about how sweet
you were to me, and I'd think about what you'd done that caused me to be
there.  I couldn't understand it - it was like Jeckyl and Hyde.  Somehow I
knew that if I'd walked back to your truck, things would have been
different, and I wouldn't have lost you."

   "And now I'm going to leave you again.  I'll be heading out to
California on Monday, and I don't know when I'll see you again, if ever."

   "Well," she says, staring at me tenderly with those deep dark eyes,
"That might not be a problem.  I've decided I'd like to go with you."

   "Go with me?" I ask stupefied.  "Why wouldn't you stay here?"

   "Why should I?" she says.  "There's nothing for me here.  I have no job,
no apartment, no family, nothing.  I have a chance to end this part of my
life and start a new life with you, if you'll let me..." as her voice
trails off.

   "But..."

   "The truck is big enough for the two of us, isn't it?  You're not
married, and neither am I.  There's no reason I couldn't go with you,
unless you don't want me."

   "Of course I want you!" I say, while Jennifer easily raises her long,
shapely leg up over my abdomen, moves up, and sits on my stomach.  "But
what about our..."

   "What about our what - our age differences?  That you're old enough to
be my father?  All I know is this - I love you, and you love me.  You're
good to me, you care about me, and you try to make me happy.  That's all
any girl could want, nothing else matters."

   A beatific smile begins to cross my face as she continues, "Remember
what you said about life's too short to be unhappy, and I should find
someone that makes me happy?  That's you, John.  You're all I've ever
wanted..."

   I say nothing, but my eyes are growing moist.  She looks at me, smiles
sweetly, gently brushes my hair back, and says, "Besides, you owe me."

   "Owe you what?" I say, somewhat taken aback.

   "I had a boyfriend, but he's gone and now I have you," she says.  "I had
a place of my own and a car, and now I don't."

   "You want me to buy you an apartment and a car?"

   "No, I want more.  You owe me more.  You owe me a baby."

   "A baby?"

   "Yes, a baby," she softly says.  "I was going to have a baby then I lost
it.  I want to have a baby, and you're going to give it to me."

   "I'm not sure I'm ready to be a fa..." I manage to say before Jennifer
places her fingers over my lips.  She lowers her face so that our noses are
almost touching, and our eyes are only inches apart.

   "I want to have a baby," she says matter-of-factly, as she stares
intently at me with her deep dark eyes.  "And you're going to give it to
me."

   "I am?"

   "Yes, you are," she declares.  "Then you are going to give me a second
one, so the first one will have someone to play with!"

   "Two?" I ask, momentarily stunned.

   "At least... maybe more."

   "Go on," I say, mesmerized by those big mahogany eyes, and beginning to
love the sound of my new life.  "Tell me more..."

   While Jennifer has been telling me my future, she has positioned herself
so that her rubbery pussy lips are just touching the head of my dick.  She
sits up, and scoots herself down so that my cock slips inside of her
luscious pussy, and softly says, "You are going to make love to me and get
me pregnant.  You are going to make love to me and keep me satisfied when
my hormones run wild while I'm pregnant.  And, when my breasts get heavy
`cause they're full of milk, you are going to nurse them so they don't
hurt. Or..."

   She's been moving her slippery pussy slowly up and down my hard shaft,
but she stops suddenly.  The head of my cock is buried inside her liquid
warmth, but the rest of it is exposed to the cool air, and the feeling is
exquisite.

   "Don't tease me," I whisper throatily.  "Please don't..."

   She slowly works her oily snatch down my pole and whispers, "You can get
me pregnant, or..." as she lifts up and stops again with the only the tip
inside her.

   "Please," I whimper.  "Don't do..."

   "You can take care of me and love me, or..." as again she maneuvers her
warm and juicy pussy down and back up deliberately, leaving just the head
in her wonderful warmth.

   "Oh please, Jennifer!" I plead, writhing and bucking my hips, trying to
thrust all of my painfully throbbing cock inside her sugary-sweet snatch.
"Please let me..."

   "Ah, ah, ah, not so fast," she coos, while pushing down on my abdomen.
"How `bout it, Daddy?  More of this?" as she leisurely slides her pussy
down my throbbing dick, rolls her hips, and slides back up and stops.  "Or
this?" as she sits motionless with just the head inside in her hot, wet
pussy.

   "Ohgawd, please!" I deliriously moan.  "I can't stan..."

   "Hmmmmm?  'Yes' or `No'?  Are you going to give me what I want?" she
says softly as she slowly works her succulent hole down my dick again,
rolls her hips a couple of times, and slowly works her way back up.  "Or
not?" as she stops.

   My prick is about to explode from the excruciatingly wonderful torture
she's inflicting on it.  "Yes, yes, oh God, YES!" I shout.  "I'll give you
your babies, I'll give you whatever you want!  I'll love you for the rest
of my life!" as I grab her waist, and impale her on my twitching cock.

   "I know you will!" she smiles happily.

   Jennifer begins sliding her syrupy softness up and down and rolling her
hips, making her velvety cunt touch all the right places.  Her luscious
pussy is massaging my aching and overheated shaft, and her oily juices are
flowing freely, bathing and soothing my cock with her balmy nectar.

   She leans forward so that her magnificent tits are dangling above my
chest and her long dark brown hair tickles my face, while she looks
longingly into my eyes.  "Ummmm..." she whispers, as she gently strokes her
wonderful pussy up and down my cock, in and out of her heavenly warmth. 
"Come for me, John.  Make love to me and make me pregnant.  Come in my
pussy and give me a baby.  Come in me and give me your baby, our baby..."

   "Ohhhhh..." I moan, "Here comes your baby!" My hands pull her hips down
as I arch my back and try to push my throbbing prick as far as I can inside
her divine pussy.  Jets of come blast out of the tip of my aching cock and
flood her box with my jizz.  She lowers her head and kisses me, slipping
her tongue inside my mouth as I climax inside her welcoming pussy.  A
spurt, another spurt, and another spurt rocket their way into her steamy
snatch, as her pussy squeezes around my cock, encouraging my furiously
throbbing balls to give her every last drop.  My insides feel like they're
turning to liquid, and shooting out of my cock into her welcoming pussy.  I
continue coming until there's nothing left, and I collapse back on the bed,
thoroughly, totally, completely, physically and emotionally spent.

   Jennifer slips gracefully off of my limp prick and lies down next to me
again, with her head on my arm.  I reach over and pull her closer, and she
snuggles against me.  I run my hand down her back, and stop with my hand
cupping a cheek of her firm, round butt.

   "I love you John," she whispers softly, as her hand gently caresses my
face.  "I'm so glad we're together."

   "How did I get so lucky?" I think to myself.

   As I lay there slowly regaining my senses, she says, "Will I like
Carlsbad?"

   "Yes, I think you will.  It's a pretty little town, the weather is nice,
and I have a wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean from my living room."

   "It sounds nice!" she says.  "How long will it take us to drive to
southern California?"

   "If we leave tomorrow, we should be there late Thursday night, Friday
morning maybe..."

   "What is today's date?"

   "It's Sunday the seventeenth," I say.

   I can hear her softly counting, and feel her fingers on my chest as she
counts the days, "Eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth, twenty-first,
twenty-second..."

   A pause as she thinks, then says, "I should start ovulating Thursday or
Friday.  I'll be fertile next weekend.  I'll let you rest until we get to
California, but when we get home you'd better be ready for next weekend -
you've got a lot of work to do... Daddy!" she says, with her sexy,
mischievous smile.

   "Dear God," I say, "What have I done to myself?" as I smile broadly. 
"Oh well, at least I've still got some Viagra."

   "You don't need Viagra when you've got me!" Jennifer whispers while she
kisses me on the lips.

   "I love you Jennifer!" I whisper back as I put my arms around her and
hug her close.  "Let's get dressed and go find a nice brunch buffet
somewhere."

   "Do you think they'll have little breakfast sausages?" she giggles, with
a naughty twinkle in her dark eyes.

   "Jennifer, you are so bad!" I say lovingly, as I shake my head.  "You
are such a bad girl!"

   "I know!" she says, as her devilish grin lights up her beautiful face.
"That's why you love me!"

   EPILOGUE

   We were married seven years and four children ago, and I love her more
everyday.  Our lives are great, our sex life is fantastic, and we couldn't
be happier.  Sitting next to my computer as I write this is a little, clear
plastic, paperweight that I had specially made.  Inside of it is one small
item - a cherry stem tied in an overhand knot.  And Jennifer was right... I
don't need Viagra, I've got her!

   finis