When she heard about the New Confederacy, that was it. She wanted out. She took her own personal flitter and headed for the coast. Upon reaching the A...lantic, she turned south, searching for an inhabited city.All the original coastline cities were underwater by now. That didn't make much difference because most of them were radioactive craters anyway. Searching the new coastline, Alicia made it to Macon just as she ran out of fuel.She soon discovered that women were definitely second class. They had nice bodies and stood on Route 18 with their thumbs up in the air, hoping some horny trucker would like to have some fun.They must have been out there a little while. Maddie pulled her tube top down and the next rig pulled alongside her. He opened his door and the two girls hopped inside the door of the rig. They stood there talking to the man.Maddie pulled her tube top up and smiled.“Evening, ladies! Do you pretty things need a ride? I saw those hooters a mile away! I never saw. She knew, all right. She knew.I watched, awestruck, as she made her way to the bar, slowly seated herself on one of the stools, one slender arm draped over the huge sphere of her belly, and ordered a smoothie.My mind was racing with questions... was she married? How far along was she? Would she be interested in a date? These thought filled my mind, as did many hot, erotic images involving me, her, and satin sheets. Finally, after staring at her for what seemed like an eternity, and getting. It may be too big."She turned to John and asked, "How does it fly. Is it nice?" The plane flies exactly like the 200 but it feels a little more sluggish getting off the ground. It takes a little more runway, but you'll like it." John added, "I will also have a thirteen passenger Super King out there tomorrow for you to look at. It's another plane waiting for repo. It's a good deal too, but isn't as good a deal as the big plane. You'll have to pay about sixty percent of value for the thirteen.