His voice was thick with sexual excitement, 'Open the back door, and bend over'.I moved from my position at the drivers door and took a few side steps...to the back door and opened as ordered. The smell of the leather upholstery made my nostrils flare, as I was pushed forward onto the back seat and my face buried into the soft skinned fabric.'Keep your fucking eyes tightly shut bitch', and again I obeyed, feeling my clothes being undone, my skirt unbuttoned and the zipper torn asunder, opening . "We only want a shake and then we will be in later for dinner. Erline wants to compare my salad with yours. She will tell you who makes the best one." God. Roger that puts her on the spot. She almost has to say it is yours." No, I will be truthful. I promise."There were a couple of truckers that I knew and Mrs. Pete announced loudly that I had my wife with me and isn't she pretty. The truckers came over and congratulated me, more to look Erline over and see who had finally snared me. I almost. I opened the text, my eyes adjusted to the small screen. It was a short simple message.If you must go,Then I wish you love,You’ll never walk alone,Take care my love,I’ll miss you love.I read the words, over and over, very simple, yet so powerful. The realization hit me hard, my stomach sinking quickly, a huge lump forming in my throat. The same heartbreak I was feeling leaving Ashley, was what Courtney was feeling this very moment, several thousand miles away. I felt the tears run down my face,. June doesn’t go for the girly type of movies like Twilight and the romantic comedy of the week. Nah, that chick was cool for real. I honestly was starting to fall in love with her. A hot Black chick who likes to go Dutch at the movies, calls a brother fairly often and treats me good most of the time. I thought June was a keeper, man. From the month of June until the end of July 2012, those were the most magical times of my life. Understand that relationships and I simply don’t mix. I honestly.