Hours must have passed since Nefertiti had escaped the forest he had grown to hate so dearly, and what should have been a reinvigorating or at the lea...t soothing feeling of looking upon such a massive clearing beneath open skies was instead an even greater sense of isolation; Akhen was no longer with him, and such a sight which he had so longed to share with his lover was now only a hollow reminder of what he had lost. Shimmering tears began to form in Nefertiti's eyes, their warm trails. Her name was Cherie (Shur-ee) Perry. She wasn't old and she wasn't ugly. We had just left Salt Lake City heading for Flint, Michigan.Cherie told me that she'd been driving for eight years starting when she was twenty. She always wanted to drive, and at age sixteen, started driving trucks on her dad's farm. She then moved to a semi and got her CDL at nineteen and has driven over the road ever since.I asked, "Cherie, I don't want you to take this wrong, but I want to know what it's like being a. A fat human would have had trouble getting into one of these booths, never mind a Borealan. Miller edged past her bulk, pressing into the fat of her thigh as he skirted around her and took a seat. His Polar companion turned her head, surveying the room, and then marched out of view.He waited, curious as to what she was doing, and then there was a horrible sound like nails on a chalkboard. He covered his ears, watching as she dragged a table across the floor, the metal legs screeching against. She couldn't think of anything but how much she wanted him. Before he could react she reached out and pulled him down onto the bed with her. She kissed him hard as she began pulling off his shirt. He gasped in surprise as she jerked him ferouciously onto the bed and began kissing him. He could feel her hands pulling at his shirt. Helped her get it off and kissed her back passionately. He rubbed her side's and began pulling off her blouse. With her blouse off and on the floor he began slowly.