I’ve spent a lot of nights thinking about your sacrifices, all of them, really,” she said.“Hah, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about them t...o, my sacrifices. I guess we have something in common after all,” I said.“Along with a daughter,” she said, playing her hole card.“You mean the one you gave away to my brother,” I said.“No, I did not give her to him. He did raise her. He did do right by her. I know you know that. But she was always your baby not his not any other man’s,” she said. I. “Dunno. Never heard of it.”“Who might?”“Annie. She works at the radio station.”“She around?”“Right over there.” He raised his voice: “Hey, Annie!”A woman a bit older than Sam turned, waved and walked over.“Mornin’”“Annie, this is Sam Bunjil.”“Howdy.”“I’m glad to meet you, Annie. I asked Andy about a Parks and Wildlife office.”“They’re over near the airport. Ivanhoe Road. Whatcha need ‘em for?”“I thought I’d buy an all-parks permit.”“Hell, you don’ need no permit!”“I know I don’t. But if a state. I can feel the cum running out of my ass, down my legs. The trucker says thank you, zips up and leaves. My pimp says that I can clean up at the hotel, and we walk out a short time later. I can see the trucker talking to a group of guys as we walk out, and I know he is telling them what just happened. My pimp hands me several business cards and tell me to go give them to the guys. As I walk over to them, I see that the card says Rest area Whore, here every 4th Saturday. Will do anything.. I hand. This is my first pass at writing and publishing content of a sexual nature. While I have written other creative projects and am semi-comfortable putting my work out on the internet, this is my first real pass at writing smut and sex scenes or describing the various ins and outs of the female and male *ahem* anatomy, so forgive me if either seem over-poetic or just plain off. Any advice would be welcome, and I’ve tried to make ample use of resources such as the Encyclopedia Erotica.‘So… this.