I was hoping he would make the first move, but he might too much of a gentleman. I was thinking I could tell him I was a hooker, because I knew that a...lot of hookers hung out at truck stops, but I didn’t think at 4:00 in the afternoon, this would be the time. Before I could complete my thoughts Buddy started a new conversation direction. “You sure have a lot of stuff in this Expedition; may I ask where you are going?” “I sure do have lots of stuff, I am moving temporarily to Bakersfield from. Maybe I’ll tell that story someday. Most of them were nice enough but there were just enough of them that were “pushy” enough that my attitude was just short of pissing me off. So, no blowjobs. No pussy. Just get out or get your ass kicked.Well I didn’t quite get to the restroom unnoticed, as you now know. That towel didn’t quite cover everything on my jog to the restroom. My big ass was hanging out on one end and my big tits kept popping out at the other. I had a talk with Coach later about. The meal was barely nutrition. We ate in strained silence and pressed on.Just after five o'clock we arrived at the port of Palamos, a small city on the Mediterranean just south of the Spanish-French border. On a waterfront street I found what I was looking for, several seedy bars plying their alcohol even this early."Stay here. Don't move," I instructed Bianca.Still pissed at my rudeness, she snapped, "Where would I go anyway?"The first bar was a strike. But the second wasn't. Moving up to the. “That’s good,” I said, begrudgingly admitting his talent even though I was still miffed at him. “I’ll be glad to make you another one when you polish that one off. You look like you can use it.” “I can definitely use it,” I said. I lifted the glass and drank more deeply in an effort to drown my anger. The alcohol seemed to mingle with the fire in my gut…but you know what alcohol does to fire. Instead of feeling better, I was beginning to feel inflamed. The bartender slid a second drink into my.