I've heard some people call the place a "greasy spoon", but all I knew was that it mostly served truckers and tourists traveling the interstate."For m..., the place was where I took refuge after spending the afternoon trying to drum up business as a hooker. The men knew me as a sleeper leaper. If a semi pulled into the parking lot and it was clear that the driver was going to go off clock, I'd offer to join him in his sleeper for money. I'd been doing it for twelve years, after I had been driven. And my co-pilot is a little to the right of it."Pilot: "Cessna 761 Uniform Alpha cleared for takeoff, is rolling."Co-Pilot: "Boeing tower, please be advised, there is a flock of seagulls near the south end of runway 13 right at 400 ft."Tower: (singing) "And I ran, I ran so far away ... I just ran, I ran all night and day ... I had to get away..."You know the part in 'High Flight where it talks about putting out your hand to touch the face of God? Well, when we're at speed and altitude in the. Then he stayed the night. He surprised me with a soft kiss full on the mouth, and I surprised myself by kissing him back. He began playing with my nipples and the little titties that seemed to be behind them, and I melted, and my mind roamed to the feel of Ben's cock inside me, and I wondered what Jeff's might feel like. He sensed my surrender. I was terrified he'd find out I wasn't a true woman when he reached into my crotch. But when he felt the Super-Max Pad I kept there to simulate a mound. "You on the run? Need place to lay low?"Ben nodded, happy he didn't have to explain any more. "My bike took a beating. I need you to fix it up."Maury craned his neck to look outside as he gave Ben's machine a once over. He whistled. "That's one fucked up bike." He turned back to Ben. "What the hell did you do to it?"Ben didn't say anything. Words didn't begin to cover it."I'll do what I can, Ben, but I think that bike has ridden its last ride." Ben grimaced. These were words he did not want to.