Guys were giving her the eye and offering to help almost immediately. She started flirting with some of them. I couldn’t hear what she was saying bu... after a few minutes, she came back asked me if I wanted her to bring somebody to the car. We had fantasized about this before, picking up a stranger at a rest stop and letting him have his way with her. I agreed immediately and my dick got rock hard as soon as she said it. She had talked to several different guys and I wondered which one she was. But she was talking to me. She didn’t want me to break up with her. She wanted to marry me. She went back to him and kissed him and turned her head to see if I was watching. Of course I was. She kissed him again. She came back over to me. I asked her if he is okay. She said yeah he’s fine. I said I saw you kissing him. She noticed a look on my face. She smiled. She was surprised. ‘You liked it!’ she asserted. ‘Oh my god! Your a little kinkster!’ She felt my crotch. I was hard as a rock and. I mean, I thought I found the man of my dreams.”“Thought?”“Yeah, thought,” he repeats.“I know you weren’t always gay,” Karl says. “You ever miss that pussy?”Howard looks up at the man and grins. “You weren’t always gay either.”“You’re evading.”Howard shakes his head. “Maybe a little,” he admits. “But there is nothing like a guy. That hard muscle, rough skin, hairy chest...”“You’re describing me,” Karl says, flashing his friend a grin.“You and many other men,” Howard says.“So why don’t you give. War might be the sport of kings but Rally is the sport of everybody else.It ranks immediately after soccer.One Christmas the front lines stopped fighting and soccer matches were played by both sides. That pissed the generals off no end. The silence was deafening. After the hangovers, the artillery and machine-guns started up again and men that were drinking buddies yesterday were killing each other today.In November, the whole shooting match was heading to South America for rally races in.