Ben pulled into the TTT truck stop. Sandy bought something resembling burgers, while Ben filled the car. They ate as they drove into Tucson, where Ben...stopped at a convenience store to look at the Yellow Pages for nearby cinemas. Five quarters later, standing in the late evening heat beside the pay phone, they'd realized they'd missed all the early showings of any movie they wanted to see.Ben watched Sandy take a deep breath. "Ben. Let's just get a room."He went back into the convenience store,. " He laughed, wheezing tiredly. He said, "Aw, she's all right. Good lady. Loves everybody. Little hard to get along with, that's all. Cain't do anything about that. Ain't got no control over it. Only the good lord can change that." Well... I think I'll be all right." Aw, sure. Yeah, Speedy, you'll be all right. You gonna turn out all right. You gonna turn out better 'n most of 'em. You'll turn out fine, you'll find a good woman. You won't be no wife beater like your Uncle Glenn. Won't be no. Christine and me enjoy quite an active sex life, carrying on her liking for gangbangs. She has had several sessions in car parks, local parkland, and at home. The last one being with a group of workmen who were sorting out the electricity at the end of the close. I came home one lunchtime to find four men giving my naked wife a good shagging from each end. Apparently they had been cumming and having their fill for morning and dinner breaks for the last few days. The one fucking her had a large. She knew it, her driver knew it, and when she laid eyes on Andrew, still sitting in the car, she saw it written all over his own face."You look wonderful..." he began. "But... What's all this?" Simple, my dear boy." She giggled merrily. "I'm your Mistress. You're my servant. For tonight, anyway." She reached out, and clipped a shiny black leash onto his collar. "And as a final touch..." she inserted something into her mouth. When she smiled again, he saw her fangs, glistening brilliantly.