"Amanda held back the tears and tried not to let him hear her voice quivering. "I know darling. Who said, I have to like it? Why does your company not...understand a man needs time for his own love life? Don't they understand at all?"In the back of her mind she was screaming, "Why in the hell, did I have to fall in love with a trucker?"He knew she was crying. "My sweet Amanda, I wish I wish I was holding you. I hate being apart from you just as much. Damn-it, I want I want you! I want to be. I was twenty-eight. I found out about a week later she had told me a little white lie that first night. She was really nineteen. She was 5'6" and a little on the hefty side, just the way I had come to like them. She weighed about 200 pounds and, like most bigger girls, had a great set of tits.Of all the nights to meet a new friend, that Friday was the worst. I was unable to see her again as soon as I would have liked. I was leaving very early the next morning for a business/vacation trip to Los. The motel was along a frontage road where two highways meet. I expected her to be asleep before I made it to the highway.As I turned toward home, I was shocked to see her wide awake and staring intently at me."So, did you have a good time?" she asked. Her tone seemed pleasant, but I knew it was a loaded question."Of course," I answered truthfully. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention, but, did you have a good time as well?" Of course you weren't paying attention," she answered in a prickly. So not to get hit by a car coming in I went around to the back of my car in front of the truck. The driver waved at me so I waved back when I noticed he did not have a shirt on. I have always heard stories about guys that blow truck drivers in their trucks at rest stops but thought those kind of things don’t happen that often. I walked closer to the truck to see what the driver was doing without his shirt on thinking could this be one those times that I might to do what I have seen in stories.