She cheered at all the right times, giving me healthy high-fives. We made fun of a guy wearing the away team logo on his hat. She looked right at me...when we talked during timeouts and intermissions – putting her hand on my arm or knee a lot of those times. I glanced at her gorgeous face while she watched the game from time to time. Some pretty people are even prettier when they smile. “I’m hungry for something better than a hot dog,” she said over the noise late in the game. “maybe a. Letthat me my pleasure."Dad needed watching now. We decided to bring a small single bed into mybedroom where he would sleep, while Mom and I would sleep in the large kingsized bed next to him. "Would that be alright, Hon?" she asked."That's fine, Mom. I hope you can put up with my snoring."She added as an afterthought, "I know that you sleep in the nude. Don'tlet that bother you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."When bedtime came, the usual rituals were performed. We put Dad to bed,. I have to live here." Do you?" Billie asked. "It's easier in the cities for people like us, there's always a bar somewhere that caters to women with a twist. Easier to get lost where there are a lot of people. The problem is figuring out where that special place is. My fellow truckers aren't in on the gay grapevine. And where do I park my rig outside an ordinary bar," she added with a grin."I guess that could be a problem," Sally said. "But at least, you bring your motel room with you." She. Kit thinks the guys there thought I was an easy mark and they topped up my beer behind my back to get me drunk. Then, someone slipped something into my glass. I started feeling woozy and stepped outside for some fresh air. That’s when Kit took care of me.”“Kit -- were you at the same party?”“No -- I just happened by.”“Kit’s roommate called 911 and Kit performed mouth-to-mouth on me when I stopped breathing. When I came to in the hospital, they told me someone named Kit had without a doubt saved.