" Instead it was my sister. She was obviously on a cellular phone; I could tell by the crackle."Mike!" she said."Oh hi," I replied. "What's up?" Thank...goodness I got you." She sounded a little breathless. "I had an accident in the car..."I interrupted. "You OK?" Yeah, I'm fine," she answered quickly. "But the car's kind of smashed. Crazy teenager coming out of a McDonald's parking lot." I could imagine."Do you need a ride?" I asked. "Where are you? I'll come get you." No, no," she shot back.. It was, as the song says, 'On The Road Again'. Every stop had its collection of others. They all had the same look on their faces. Frankly, they looked like us. You took your pleasures when you could find them and expected nothing else. Thousands of times I spent the night, not in a motel or hotel, but in the dressing rooms where my parents changed. Of course, they were generally there too, but sometimes not. On a lot of those hot nights, other lost souls had wandered by my sleeping space and. Then tonight at the bar a told me something similar, how he wished he was me.I was intrigued, 'Why', I asked, 'So I could fuck my brains out, every time I got horny', was his answer.That made me smile, I was horny and wanted to take him down the toilets and offer my ass to him, but something deep inside me held me back, so on the surface I must have appeared either a prude or unattainable, which in itself was an enticement, but it did not cure my need for a good fuck.I turned to face him on my. I was looking through my pockets," Istammered. Although I felt the lie itself was very good for me, the wayit came out was less than satisfactory. Thankfully, she didn't seem tocare either way."We're going for a bike ride. Are you coming?"While I knew that this was something that I would have really enjoyed, myheart leaped as she said that. I now had plans which I wasn't going tolet go to waste."No thanks," I said in an unplanned cheerful tone with a smile that wasdifficult to hide.She looked.