“Jack Brewster Trucking, Rockridge, Alabama”, it said on the door, and there were eighteen state stickers on the side of the cab. You know how wh...n you were a kid, there was always one thing that you dreamed of doing or being when you grew up? Well, I wasn’t a kid anymore, but that Mack became it for me. I didn’t know Jack Brewster, but I didn’t have to know the man to know what he was. He was an owner-operator, and right then, I decided that’s what I was going to be…, well, someday, anyhow, . I glared at her. She reached back and undid her bikini top, her breasts spilled out as she removed the bikini bra. She then pulled her bikini bottoms down stepping out of them. Finally she put her hands on her head and looked at me with tears in those big brown eyes. “Good girl,” I walked over and picked up her pink bikini underwear. “Open your mouth.” Her eyes grew huge and she began to protest. As soon as she opened her mouth to talk I shoved the pink panties in her mouth. “We don’t need you. Jane was as horny as I’d ever known her to be and grabbed me for a smooch as soon as we were inside.“You’re a lucky bitch,” she said as she ground her hips into mine.“Oh really?” I laughed and draped both arms around her neck, “And what makes you say that?”“‘Cos you get shagged all night and earn great money for doing it.” She smiled.“Somebody’s bound to ask for two girls,” I said. “Would Don let you come with me?”“Fuck yes,” she giggled. “For the kind of money you’re earning, he’d carry me. I'm not as flat as a board anymore. I can actually wear a bikini: there are some real tits to hold it in position. And I can't wait to see you. What plane are you coming down on?" We're coming down on a morning flight that gets in around noon. I'll give you a call when we get to the hotel." You will do no such thing!" Ali protested. "Bill and I will meet you at the airport. After all, Bob is one of my greatest living fans ... and there aren't very many of them left. We'll see you tomorrow.