On the drive up, I thought about giving myself to him. I was coming to the conclusion that I actually loved him. He was always so gentle and patient w...th me and I wanted to reward him with myself, to give myself fully. I began to wonder if this entire getaway was just an attempt for him to get into my panties. My heart beat wildly, how many beds were in the cabin? Would we share the same sheets? It felt as if the one sided sexual tension in the truck could be cut with a knife. But when I looked. The tourist bus had pulled in to the French supermarket car-park at the insistence of many of the passengers after the on-board toilet had become faulty and many a bladder had threatened to burst. It didn’t help to be last off the bus due to trying to chat-up the little blonde he had his eye on, then being last in the queue for the toilets. French shoppers weren’t best pleased to find a crowd of noisy English blocking the gangways and hogging the toilets. In the toilet his insistent bladder. "You don't want togo there."I took a seat at the window to watch the old cop. Three beers and halfan hour later a car pulled up to the gate. A young man perhaps of 18stopped and got out. I couldn't see him that well but he looked verysmall and had a swish in his walk. He went up to the cop and theytalked for a bit. The cop was grinning from ear to ear then. The youngman swished to his car and pulled out a large manila envelope and heldout what looked like a poster. I couldn't see what it was. “Cut thatout! You almost made me drop our dinner!”“Then we would have had to go out to eat,”Jerry grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “Or maybe we could have just settled foreating out right here. As a matter of fact, I’d like to eat you out, honey. That’d beeven better than the spaghetti.”“Ooooooh, Jerry!” she giggled.“You . . . you’re just awful . . . you get me so flustered I just don’t know what to do!”She flipped her long blonde hair back with her fingertips and glared at Jerry but.