I watch the ‘welcome to Ontario and Max’s place’ flash on the Neon sign. It is blue and I am thinking of you, the things we do – and then it t...rns red, what more can be said – you are there, next to me in bed -but soon it turns a limy green and I feel I am your queen. I hear your voice saying those things to me, the things you like to tell me and the things I love to hear. When will you return, my trucker divine, who scans the country delivering fuel, who texts me to say when he is in town? –. She then took off her pajamas and walked slowly toward him."Sophie, sweetheart," he begged. "You don't want to do this. I beg you, please get dressed and go back to bed."Sophie walked over and caressed his lips with hers. She stroked my suit jacket off my shoulders and pressed her body against him. Her nipples were stiff against the fabric of his shirt."Oh, but I do want this, Martin. I want to do this more than I've ever wanted to do anything. I've fantasized about this for years. I'm not a. I had a bit too much to drink one night and started boring her with tales of my ex, she could tell i had taken it hard so agreed to have a drink with me when her shift finished. We ended up having a few drinks and she let slip she had always found me very sweet and had often seen me eyeing up her ass lol. Anyway i invited her to my place for a late drink and to carry on the conversation to which she agreed with no hesitation ! Once back at my place she confessed she hadn't slept with anyone in. I made some coffee and went to my office and called Karin. She’d arrived home very late the night before and had just gotten out of bed, but said the flight was OK and that she was happy that she’d come to visit. She and her parents were looking forward to my visit that summer.When I hung up from the short call, I called Tina Hoff. We only spoke about every two months, though our letter writing was just as regular as it had been since the summer of 1980. There wasn’t much news since our letters.