We would go to the beach with Brad and Lindsey, or head down to Fabrice's in the evening to meet up with a bunch of friends. She ate dinner at my hous... nearly as often as I ate over at hers, and we spent hours on the telephone when we weren't together, talking about whatever came into our heads.Football practice and cheer practice started about the same time later in the summer, and by then I had bought my own beater to drive around, so I picked Missy up every day and drove her to the high. I drop my hands and mumble to myself words of frustration until Matt snaps at me to shut up. What the hell?! "You shut the fuck up! You start talking and dammit, this chick knows you!! Smooth dude!!" Matt yells back at me and our fighting continues until, fuck, this little bitch flips the light on! Of course me and Matt panick and quickly hide our faces, when-"M-Matt? Is that you?!" Holy shit Matt what have you gotten us into?!MattShit, Lucy?! Fuck this bitch is supposed to start work at Home. She also sported a pair of lounging pants that didn't even come close to matching the top. She was dressed to be comfortable.I welcomed her in and told her to make herself comfortable. The room had a queen bed, two side chairs, and an overstuffed recliner. She sat at the foot end of the bed. I asked if she'd like something to drink, and she said a Coke would be good. I ran down to the vending room and grabbed a couple of sodas. On my return, Chris was still sitting on the bed. I handed her a. My boss gave me a twenty-dollar bill for lunch and toldme not to hurry.I was so excited about the break from the monotony that I stopped thinkingabout gay sex and started thinking about where I wanted to go for lunch.That lasted until I came upon something that changed my mind about lunch.In the distance, about a quarter of a mile up the interstate, I could justmake out a sign on a tall metal post. It said 'ADULT.'I had seen that sign before and I knew what it meant. The trucker'sdelight. It.