Lauren checked herself, foolishly realising that this wasn't quite part of the plan. She couldn't quickly buy one of them because that would be stupid... Pulling her T-Shirt off over her head, she slipped the bikini over her bra and tried it for size."There. That's perfect. And I really like the colour. Let's go!" She put her arms into the T-Shirt and pulled it quickly over her head."What about the bottom. Go on, try them!"Nonchalantly, Lauren pulled her jeans down with her knickers and slipped. I had chosen steak and greens because grilling and boiling are the easiest ways to cook when you're not in good control of your heat source. After allowing the pot of turnip greens to boil over a couple of times, she finally got the hang of the draft controls and how to balance them against the amount of wood in the firebox. She had found some herbs in the garden and growing wild around the clearing, and had added some of them to flavor the food. Dinner was a little after dark and I scolded her. She also smelled intoxicatingly wonderful.She placed her hands on my knees and leaned in close to where I sat in silence.“Relax,” she whispered, as she rubbed her cheek against mine. She pushed her way between my legs and then launched herself on to my lap, her knees astraddle my waist, her luscious enhanced breasts pressing against my face. She took my hands and brought then up to her breasts. Her nipples were strong and erect. She placed her hands on my shoulders and arched her back, then. " I hoped to get past Moline before the morning rush hour started and snarled traffic.The coffee was barely lukewarm... Oh well, I'd get more once I was past town.Chapter 2It was at a greasy little truck stop outside Waverly, Nebraska that I saw her again. I recognized the loose ringlets of her curly reddish-blonde hair immediately when I walked into the place. There had only been two trucks sitting outside when I'd pulled in, while the Truck Stop across the street was packed... not the best.