All I could see was the smooth side of the light blue hull, and just a few inches above the line where the hull turns to form the flat main deck. I co...ld see where the anchor points for the rigging lines attached, as well as the cleats where dock lines are tied off. The flat, featureless side of the hull offered nothing to look at, so I was slowly surveying all of these items of interest on the deck, while I took my first sips of morning coffee. As my eyes panned from left, to right, I saw. Their table was only one back from the window and he could see their faces lit from below by candles, they looked grotesque. Watching them and feeling nothing in particular, not even the desire to slap them both a bit for being naughty for trying to get Gloria pregnant, Mike wondered if this was their farewell meeting – that Gloria either had decided this was not acceptable or, damn it, she was pregnant which was unlikely considering his latest news. But then she could have been tested and. Most of them on the day shift where pretty and a little sexy but they were way to busy to fuss much over me. The night nurses seemed they let themselves go. Most were overweight, hair not fixed well, bad attitude was what I noticed most. But this one nurse on the evening shift she was...well...HOT... A littlered head, long hair middle of her back, Green eyes, pouty lips, sexy smile, wore white stockings, short white skirt about 5'3" 100 pounds, her name was Cindy. Cindy was not only HOT as I. The only other occupants in the road side truck stop was the owner Fat Bruce, a tall fat old man with stubble on his chin, hair sprouting from his armpits and poking from behind the grubby vest. His bald head was almost continually being scratched by his stubby hairy fingers as he chatted to a blousy bleached blonde called Slack Sheila, whilst leering down her front. She perched on a bar stool, smoking cheroots and frequently reaching under her mini skirt to flap away the odd fly. The white.