Can you please give mea ride?" "I suppose we could work something out sweetie," said the secondman, who was now standing uncomfortably close to me. He...moved just a bit,and with horror I felt his hand cup my buttock and his thumb enter myanus. I tried to squirm away, but he grasped my testicles with a painfulsqueeze and, well, there I was. The first man said, "Well, whatever itwas, I'm Henry, that's Mike there, and we didn't get any. So we'll giveyou a ride home in our toasty warm car, but in. Thedriver clearly wanted another viewing.Word must have been broadcast pretty quickly on the truck driver’s CB radios, because for the nextforty five minutes, there was a convoy of trucks playing 'leap frog' to get next to us and see my baretitties. I was scared that I had created this commotion, but the fact that a line of men in trucks wereclamoring to look at me was exciting and flattering. I admit, I enjoyed this. And yes, I was getting veryaroused.In the middle of the convoy of eighteen. " I said. Then I forgot that she did the laundry after we ate and watched our movie from last night. It is now eight in the morning on Friday. Then the phone rang. Lisa answered.., "Hello," She was on the phone no more than a handle of minutes as she stepped in the bathroom. "Max, that was the dealership where they have my car." she said. "So is your car ready?" I asked. "Yes." she said. Then she continued, "Yes, but it'll be ready in a couple of hours. Could you take me there one you way home. We had sat up in the living room, sipping more wine until ten. The conversation had been simple. Phil asked about Kat's visit with me, and she reeled off a dozen things she'd done. Then she'd steered the subject in another direction by asking about people I'd never heard of and they brought her up to date on them and others. At ten I had decided that going to bed precipitously was probably the best way to avoid Caitlin wanting to "say goodnight" to me in some dangerous way, so I just stood and.