Three weeks later

You are at home, half-drunk again. The disappearance of your wife was humbling.

Your phone rings and you answer it. Hoping it is a private detective you hired to find your wife.

"Hello," you slur, your heart beating in anticipation of good news.

"Hello, Steve," Jessica says softly.

"Where have you been? It's been almost three weeks," you cry. "I'm sorry are you okay."

"Yeah. Come pick me up. I'm at the truck stop," Jessica sighs and hangs up.

The phone call sobers you up. You hop in your car and speed to the truck stop where you last saw her.

Pulling into the parking lot, you see a couple of people but no sign of your wife. There sits an old man feeding the birds. Some blonde leaning against the side of the building. A couple of teenagers running around. You get out of your car and wonder if she meant another truck stop. You dial the phone number she called from.

You hear a phone chime but can't tell where it is coming from. You look around and see the blonde walking toward him. She is a sloppy-looking mess with big tits.

That's all I need is some pig asking for a handout.

"Hello Steve," the blonde says.

You gasp as you recognize your wife. Her brunette hair was bleached blonde now. It looked stringy and unwashed. She looks older than 24 years. Petite no longer applies to her. She is wearing a low-cut crop top which doesn't cover her beer belly that hangs over her too tight leather miniskirt. Her arms look flabby and cellulite dotted her legs. The 4-inch high heels make her also as tall as you. You can see that both her nipples are pierced now. She also sports a rose tattoo on her left tit and a tramp stamp over her chubby ass. Her tits are easily 48DDs now. Her make-up is still too heavy and she smells from sweat. Her fingernails long and red. With a big hoop earring in each ear.

She pulls out a cigarette from her purse and lights it up. "Pack a day habit now," she says.

Your mouth hung open. You don't know what to say. She nudges you into your car. She sat down next to you. You can smell cigarettes, beer, and sweat on her intensified by the closeness in the car. She adjusts her massive tits and leans over. She puts her hand on your lap to play with your dick.

"I've been partying for what, three weeks you said. Bruce was tired of me and I was sick of him. So he dropped me off here. I had to blow that old man to use his phone to call you. I've been drinking beer and moonshine. Smoking pot and snorting coke. I might have even done some heroin at one point. Got a few tattoos and piercings. Even got my tits made bigger. I've been fucking and sucking my way across America. Bruce whored me out at a couple of truck stops for drugs. Had a couple of gangbangs. White guys, black guys, brown, yellow. Even a few chicks. I've been doing it all. My pussy all stretched out by now. And I remember it all like you wanted. Get me a beer and I'll give you the details like you wanted. All because you hypnotized me. Yeah, it wore off but I was in too deep at that point. So you want to hear the details?"