" When I woke up we were in Nebraska at another rest stop. He and another truck driver were sitting in the seats and when they realized I was awake he...pointed me out. "There she is waking up now there she is waking up now, how are you feeling?" He asked as if I was just along for the ride. It was nighttime and the two of them chaperoned me into the showers where I cleaned everything feverishly. They provided me with a douche and then gave me a skimpy dress. They told me that if I behaved myself. This sedative was so strong, and I was so angry, but already I felt it taking hold of me....-----------I woke up again to the sound of Becky whispering. This time, I really couldn't open my eyes very much, but I did enough to see her talking to David. I didn't hear exactly what she was saying until she said, "Go back to your seat, wait a minute and then go." David nodded and walked back down the aisle. Becky looked at me, with a very guilty look on her face, and after thinking I was asleep,. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, but he looked down and he looked down by accident to indicate what it was that “scraped” her belly and pelvic area.“Peter…is that…what…I think…it is?” she asked. He gulped and turned red. His eyes became big. He wasn’t sure what to tell her but she looked down. She saw the huge elongated bulge between his thighs and said to him in the nicest and sweetest tone of voice “Well now Peter…let me take a look at that. Please honey?”He had to let her look at his. She stuck to her guns, though, and there was no petting, no fondling, no undressing, and certainly no touching below the neck. She was always up for a good, long, old-fashioned necking session, though, and we frequently occupied our time that way, ending when we were both red-faced and raring to go. That's when she'd call a stop to the festivities, and we'd usually call it a night.It was frustrating, but I told myself it was a good thing. She was a good girl, and wanted to do things the right.