Sweat slid in gatheringbeads down her ribs, over her flat belly and into her pubic hair. Sweat drippedfrom her nipples. Sweat trickled down her inner ...highs. The intense heatleached her of all energy, enervating her to the level of a torpid turtle.After a while, her beet-red skin stopped sweating as her body reached a moreadvanced level of dehydration. Inside the burning metal box, her boilingbrains were coddling in the fluids of her skull. At high noon, a lone guard carrieda bucket of piss. .. more... harder.”There was a sound of command in her voice that I did not dare disobey.But... I needed to get that other nipple in my mouth, and it was still out of reach.“Just a moment please, I just need to adjust you a bit.”“Yes, please hurry!”Moving as quickly as I could with as much care as I could muster, I put both legs on the couch as I rolled her completely onto her side. As soon as she was on her side I brought my mouth down and around her left nipple. My other hand was squeezing. On the way back I stopped in one of the adult bookstores off the interstate near the truckstops. I picked up a couple new toys for us, and some massage oils. I had tried to call Debbie a couple times, but never got thru. I left a couple msgs and told her a little about Danielle. I got back to the campground about an hour later. As I was walking up to our rv I noticed some light coming from the screen tent. It was one of those 6 sided ones, with privacy walls that rolled down. I figured Debbie. John found me practicing a little vandalism on some of his abandoned freight cars. Instead of turning me over to the authorities, he put me to work helping him. It wasn't real work, but allowed us to talk. For you see there was only one train a week and all Old John had was time.Over the next few months he learned my life story. He never judged me or commented on my digressions. The only negative comment he ever made was when I told him of a very nasty thing I had done.He said, "That was dumb..