They pull to the back of the lot away from the other trucks so they would have move privacy. The trucker in the drivers seat tells me to get ready for...my next adventure. He tell the trucker in the passenger seat to get me ready while he goes o relieve himself. He open the door and climbs out shutting the door behind him. The passenger then tells me to enjoy the next few hours as others have in the past. He opens the door and climbs out and shuts the door. After a few minutes he comes around to. I locked everything in place, and secured one of the keys in a little box with a plastic, numbered lock on it, strictly for emergency. The other key, I wasn't sure what to do with yet. Maybe if I found the right guy, I could hand it over, finally have my first keyholder.Well… within two minutes of locking myself up, suddenly my prick began to swell, pressing up against the walls of its new prison, and as I lay on my recliner trying to distract myself with Far Cry 5, I couldn't help but shift. What's in it?"Ashley poured the contents onto our bed. I grabbed the wallet and immediately noticed the ID inside. I started to cry again. "This purse belongs to Ashley Rene Porter." The former Ken Porter began to see that she was the owner of the mystery purse.I sat there with her ID in my shaking hand, transfixed at the capital F underneath the sex category. My license didn't even have that on it.Other than that, the bag contained only a few cosmetics. Then I got my hand around a tampon. I. Union law meant little when it came to local decisions, even though there now was a Union Police station on Hardwock and they did investigate murders and capital crimes, but a local death penalty issued by a local judge against a local criminal was neither murder nor their business.Oh why did his mother have to bed with a commoner, a stable hand of all things? True his mother was known for her sexual appetites, but a stable hand? Clusen hated his father even more than he hated his mother and he.