"I don't know, but you need to know that he'll want me included in thedeal. Do you think you can handle that? Seeing him put that big cock inme? Fucki...g the shit out of me?" I saw the image of his big rod plowing inand out of Jill's cunt. "Yes," I croaked. "Yes, I can handle it. Can you?" "Oh yeah," she said with a soft laugh. "I love his big cock. I toldyou I was a kinky slut didn't I? I don't want anything to mess us up,Travis. I don't know what we have or where it's going, but I like. ” “We’ve got time.” “Maybe we have, but I don’t want you to get ideas about me.” “So it’s that kind of story?” “Perhaps, but that’s for me to know.” Silence, save for the hum of rubber on road, swishing through the landscape. One or two vehicles pass in the opposite direction spraying water onto the windscreen. Hand on gear stick, mind on black nylon, thighs, wondering what her boobs look like. “You don’t see many hitch-hikers these days,” I say. “Still fishing?” “Making conversation.” “Well. I noticed she’d pushed the door closed. In my current condition, closing the door was as good as locking me in. I quelled my panic and felt for my bell strapped around my chest in reach of my fingers. “You reached an abyss. The art was getting you there and then you tumbled in. You’d be surprised how well I understand. When I found out I was brooding I almost went out to find a bus myself.”“Why didn’t you,” I whispered. I wasn’t trying to be mean, but I kind of wanted to know. She took it. You'll do fine. Be not afraid."My cellular telephone rings. It is Mr. Aronoff with instructions. They are short and too the point. When I am dropped off, go to room number 477, and do nothing until I am given an envelope with money. Count the money in the bathroom, and then do as I am told. When it is finished, I am to return to the lobby, and call this number back and wait for my ride. If I do a good job, there will be very good paying work and a lot of it in the future.Then he tells me.