It started raining...HARD! Shortly after I saddled up that third day. I was afraid that any rain I swallowed would run straight out my 'greatly expanded' asshole... I felt like I could fit my entire motorsicle seat up in there...with room to spare. I had to pull off the road... I stopped at a
Petro Truck Stop. There was a row of Trucker's rooms right off the Interstate. Not much to speak of, but cheap...bed, toilet, and that was about it...all I needed. Locked my bike up, went inside, stripped off my wet leathers and took a long hot shower. Warm, dressed and hungry, I dashed across the wind/rain swept parking lot to the Iron Kettle Restaurant...helmet in hand.
Fed, and waiting, I waited for a "player" approach...nope, but I figured my asshole, mouth and dick could use a rest. I slept well... Still raining, I decided to 'hole' up another day. I spent the next day sleeping, reading and dining...and beating off to the porn magazine I was perusing...
That second afternoon, siting in the diner...helmet on my table...eating, I looked up to "Andy?" A woman and a man stood next to my booth. "Yes, Hi." "James, and this is my wife Ellen, CB Jim said we should be on the lookout for you along the Wesrbound Interstate, tha you liked to fuck around... "Yep, what you all got in mind...?