On the road.

The traffic is bumper to bumper as Bill pulls out of the bar's parking lot onto 1st avenue. The rig crawls at a snails pace along the street and turns into south Miami, at the end of the block you see several sets of flashing lights where the police have set up a road block. It takes agonising minutes to reach the road block and your heart is pounding so hard you feel it could burst out of your chest. You slip your hand into your coat's pocket and grip the handgun tightly in your sweating palm.

A cop swings up and stares through the side window of the truck, Bill
hands the cop his ID.

"Where are you going?" The cop asks.

"Phoenix. Say what's going on?" Bill says.

Just then in the next lane a driver, tired of waiting gets out of his car, a cop walks up and pushes him back towards his door. The irate motorist loses his cool and swings a punch knocking the officer down. The cop dealing with Bill hurriedly thrusts Bill's ID back at him and jumps down to join the half dozen officers closing in on the man who hit the policeman. Bill shrugs and puts his truck into gear, the truck rolls past the road block and onto I-95. You breathe out slowly and release your grip of the pistol.

Once onto the interstate you rapidly put distance between yourself and the search. Bill has obviously driven this route many times before and points out interesting sites as you drive. You start to relax, calmed by Bill's jovial good humour.

You watch Bill as he chats, although you are pretty certain that you're no virgin any memory of having sex has disappeared along with all your other memories. You begin to imagine Bill and yourself naked on the bunks in the back of his cab, in your minds eye Bill is kneeling between your spread legs gripping his tumescent cock. With both hands you rub your breasts and pull at your stiff nipples. Your hands stroke down your body and rub insistantly between your legs. You spread your pussy wide in invitation and Bill guides the tip of his cock to the sopping wet entrance and the muscles of his powerful thighs bunch as he prepares to push his big dick into you.

"Blanche? Hey Blanche?" Bill is looking at you puzzled.

"Oh, sorry." You say "I was miles away."

"I'm gonna pull over for some chow and a visit to the rest room, ok? Bill says.

"Sure thing." You reply.

You head into the truckstop and half an hour later you push away your latest empty plate. Bill looks on in amusement.

"That's sure a healty appetite you got there." He comments with a grin.

"I can't remember the last time I had a meal that good." You reply with total honesty, since all your recent meals were evidently prison food.

Bill gets a credit card out, but you tell him to put it away and drop some bills on the table.

"It's the least I can do." You say.

"Fine, I've got to check the truck if you want to freshen up. I'll meet you outside." Says Bill.

You head for the ladies room and relieve youself. You consider playing with yourself briefly but decide against it, by now you've made up you mind to have sex with Bill and you can wait a few more hours.

As you step out of the cubicle you get a shock, two men are waiting for you. Both are wearing dark suits, the nearest has his hand in his jacket pocket and is pointing something at you.

"Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" You joke, although all you can feel fear and despair.

The man pulls out a .357. "It's a banana." He says drily.

The men disarm you quickly then lead you outside and head towards a big black Buick.

"The boss is pretty anxious to see you John." The first man says.

"Not so fast you bastards!" Bill shouts, walking across the parking lot with a pump action twelve guage in his hands.

"Shit, who the fuck is that?" The second man swears. He pulls a pistol out of his pocket and takes aim at Bill, but Bill snaps off a shot and the blast hits the man in the leg dropping him instantly.

The man next to you pulls his pistol too. You grab his wrist with one hand and his throat with the other.

"Come to mamma big boy." You snarl at him and drive your forehead onto his nose as hard as you can. You feel the bone crunch under the impact and blood sprays over your face. The man staggers back gripping his face, you can tell by his eyes that he's too stunned to resist and you pull the pistol from his fingers and push him away.

You run across the parking lot, Bill is already heading for his truck and has it started as you climb in. As you pull back onto the interstate he looks across at you.

"Care to tell me what this is all about?" He asks