Maxwell, the trucker in question, was a real bully and I always spent a few days ‘recuperating,’ after one of his visits. Maxwell thrived on infli...ting pain and astonishingly, I just loved it. Now being on the dispensing end, however, was exciting me even more.As I got into a steadier tempo, skewering his hole, I anchored myself with my left arm and began to strike his chest with the back of my fist. As horny, approving guttural groans burst from him, I joined in with my own verbal attack as I. I took it, awkwardly adjusting my grip on the towel as it slipped a little.'Rich', I said.'I just moved in across the street' she replied, gesturing in the direction of the moving van which was just pulling away from the house.'Yeah, I saw you earlier, I was going to come and see if you needed a hand with anything'.‘Aaw, that’s sweet’ she replied, ‘but I think I have it all under control over there now.’‘Oh, OK’ I replied, a little disappointed that my fantasy wasn’t going to play out in real. .. yet it was something that he shouldn't ignore.With one last effort to hold onto the wonderful humiliating dream, hismind finally let it all evaporate into nothingness as the music camethrough much more clearly. And then the music ended and he heardsomeone talking... a commercial to buy something. Ugh! But it wasenough to make him open his eyes.His first thought of the day was that this was a much better way towake up every morning than with the obnoxiously loud rock music thatMel had set. ?She lost her job.? Then the househad to be sold because she couldn?t repay the mortgage.? They had moved into rented housing on a roughestate.? Cassie hadn?t fitted in with thelocal youths.? They had teased her,called her names, made remarks about her mother being an alcoholic.? When she could take no more and stood up tothem they had surrounded her and beat her. Her face, such a pretty face her daddy hadalways said, had been bruised and marked by the vicious assault of the gang.Her nose had.