We found a large truck stop full of trucks parked around the building. I wore my short little mini dress that ties on the shoulder with nothing under ...t but my bare skin.We followed the sign. It pointed upstairs and read, "Professional Drivers only past this point". The drivers lounge, showers, laundry and driver restrooms were all upstairs almost like a private little club. In the lounge drivers were watching a football game on the big screen TV. There were a couple of couches, several lounge. Instead, Javonnie would be quite able to say his wedding vows with a clear conscience. It was well past midnight, in fact it was closer to two in the morning when the four friends stumbled from the tavern to climb into the waiting carriage. Rayne, the most sober and last one to enter the carriage was just climbing onto the carriage step when he noticed a woman walk from a warehouse further down the waterfront. He stepped back down onto the ground and watched with interested as she climbed into. It wasn't as if he was getting fat. Somehow he had a superhuman ability to stay in fairly good shape despite his inactivity. And it wasn't his laziness that spurred her to this point of loathing. She had been willing to do anything for the man that had swept her off her feet and married her. She had loved him in those days. Like most women in love she was capable of giving all she had to her husband.What caused this escalating sense of animosity was his lack of attention. As time went by he. I introduced myself and she quietly pointed me to follow her inside. Since I had reached before Hashmat so Urooj took me into her own bedroom and fetched me a glass of water. With a fair complexion, she seemed around 40 years old and had a hawkish look. Incidentally she was from Hazara Division and knew workable Pashto too as she started talking to me in my mother tongue. Meanwhile I was checking out her curvy ass and big boobs. She noticed that and quickly handed over her visiting card to me..