He tells her he will schedule the painters next week, and it should be ready in days.About seven-thirty, they finish eating and talking. The two begi... washing up. As the last plates are being put away, they see the light outside Les’s garage go on and her getting in her car. Her outfit is very becoming. It seems something special compared to what she usually wears. Abbie would love to follow her to see if she is returning to the Peacock and Phoebe but controls herself and does not say a. This was an area, out of sight, out of mind of most people and even other truckers.The Van parked in an open area under a glaring flood light.Hannah got out the Van walking around the back.The blonde teen with blue jean shorts and a tight top immediately drew attentions of nearby truckers. Directly facing her was big red rig with flat steel plates on the trailer. The Battle Flag of the Confederacy stood out boldly on the front of the truck.A burly man got out of the rig. Tall and rough looking. She was trapped in this reality until tomorrow when they could gettogether and could Ben take this stupid mask from her face. The unspoken possibilities sparked a whole new round of retching again,but this time there was nothing left to come up and poor Kim was leftdry heaving over the bowl. Robert fled the sounds of his sister flashingand returned a moment later with a cold glass of ginger ale.Once again, sitting on the floor, Kim this time took the drinkgratefully and sipped it. Cindy had. "Come on then!" she added."What?" Emily replied, confused."Show us what you got. Lift up your skirt and show us your panties." Grace spoke. Emily froze. "We ain't going anywhere until you begin! Your gonna be a slut just like me before this night is over, and by the end you'll be thanking me!" she added.Emily looked at John at her side, leaning forward and perching at the end of the sofa. She felt uneasy about it, yet still slightly horny at what she was about to do. She stood up next to Grace,.