"Look, Dave, they're going to expect people to ACT like fugitives, with alot of running and a lot of looking over their shoulders. The last thingwe ca... afford to do is to ACT like we're running from someone. Gettingtwitchy around cops, not stopping for meals, making mistakes. That is theLAST thing we need to do. Besides, Dave, Marcia isn't alone, I could usea bite myself."The Winnebago pulled into a heavily used truck stop several miles up theroad. It took Dave Pettit a few minutes to find an. “Well. Err…” Just as I was about to speak, she made life easier for me by asking, “Would you mind if I sit on your lap instead of lap-top for a change?” “Yesss”, I was surprised how immediately it came out of my mouth. So she came closer to me and sat on my lap. Her butt right over my bulging penis. “Am I like that porn-star of yours or sexier than her?” She whispered to me in her soft voice. Gathering some guts, I started caressing her waist. “Actually you are sexier, bhabhi”, I replied.. There were a few women in the office but all mostly men. Harassment back then was not uncommon and I didn't bother me much, back in the late 70's. I had been married for just under a year now and had just started to be a shared wife and loving it.The guys always leered at me especially the truckers. I had to wear dresses and skirts for work at the time and of course I wore them short, had no others. A few guys were fairly nice and got to know a few a little better. I always wanted to look. It was the third day of the Summer vacation and he was already bored. When the knocking on the door went unanswered he went around to the back of the house to tap on Van's window. He knew his longtime buddy was a heavy sleeper.Although the drapes were drawn and the blinds were down but there was a tiny gap at the bottom just enough for him to peer inside the room. What he saw made his heart race. For there in his buddies room was the most attractive girl he had ever seen, clad in a schoolgirl.