"You know that Frank and I are together, and what happened the other night online was wrong of me. Alcohol or no alcohol, that is not who I am and I a...ologize." I looked at him for what seemed like hours until he responded. "Ally, I know what look that was. And let's be honest, drunken words speak a sober mind. I know you want me, and I know you're going crazy. I can see it in your eyes. I know you better than that," he said. Without a second thought, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in. I ended up seated next to her in the middle row of my friend's minivan. Even though I was insulted by Theresa's demands on not wanting to be hit on, I still made small talk with her on our long road trip. I honestly wasn't trying to hit on her but during our first stop at a gas station, my friend's girlfriend reminded me not to hit on her and was told I wasn't her type anyway. Once back on the road, I decided to just sleep. We made it to the condo we rented in Colorado. We unpacked and us guys. And that's saying a lot.I'm not a regular visitor to The Highway, as it's known among those who are much more involved in it than I am. In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to any one place.As such, I'm not accepted as one of the regulars. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak. The look on their faces reminded me of the joke about a dog who always chased cars... What's the dog to do with a car if he caught one? I did laugh when one Mr. Suburbs asked timidly how much. They thought I was a hooker! I love roleplay so I let them know I wasn't a prostitute, just a girl on her way home from visiting family before adding, "This trip cost a lot more than I thought it would so, if each of you could spare me some gas money... I'd try hard for an hour or so to show you both how.