Well one saturday night Laura had invited me over and hinted that her parents were out of town for the week and asked if I was interested in spending ...he night. I had refused the offer on the grounds that I was tired and such but in reality as I explained I was not interested in her. Well as the evening grew on I had scored a couple bottles of vodka and worked up a good buzz and a good hardon that would not go away. Since I had no other prospects and did not want to go home and rub it out. “That time of the month?” I asked as we climbed into bed.“We can, if you want to,” she replied, “it would just be messy.”“It’s OK, Sweetheart,” I said, pulling her to me.“I love sleeping in your arms, Steve. I’m so thankful that you’re willing to let me do it.”“I’m glad that I can make you happy.”“On Friday it should be over, so I’ll get at least once before you go home!” she said, snuggling close. “I could give you a blowjob if you want.”“There’s no need Bethany,” I said, softly stroking her. Then he would get out and hitchhike some more until hefound some place that he could call home. And someonethat could help him forget his old life and help him to livehis new life.Bryan pushed open the phone booth doors and steppedout into the fresh night air. Standing in the phone boothwith the door closed, the air inside the booth had becomestale. He picked up the small overnight bag that containedhis few new clothes and possessions. He began walkingslowly toward the truckstop.He approached a. I don’t want to talk about it,” she sputtered out and walked away in a hurry.I grabbed my bag and hurried out after her, catching up to her just as she left the building.I asked, “You don’t have class now, do you?”“No.”I offered, “Do you want to go to the library?”“No! I want to be alone, okay?”“Okay, okay,” I said, putting four or five feet between us, but continued to walk parallel to her.“Look, will you please just go away?”I shrugged and said, “I’m just going in the same direction as you.