Joanne Rushbury. Rushbury he knew was his mother'smaiden name but he didn't know a Joanne, then it struck him, it must behis grandmother's name. Appar...ntly she had lived with his parents untilshe died, a year or so before he was born. Intrigued, he opened it andfound it was a confirmation letter for his grandma's placement at a Carehome some 20 miles away from here. Mystery! John had not realised she wasin a Care home. Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door. I’d drive until I got tired and then pull into a rest stop, climb into the sleeper (all of our trucks had sleeper cabs) catch a few hours of sleep and then be on the road again.The Department of Transportation had rules that drivers were supposed to follow, but most of the drivers I knew didn’t pay any attention to them. The DOT mandated how many hours you could drive before stopping to take a mandated rest period before you could start driving again. You were required to maintain a logbook. As we knew each other from a very young age she didn’t hesitate to scare me. Actually I loved watching her laugh. That was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. She couldn’t control herself and sat on the stone. I walked towards her sat beside her. She had some kind of innocence in her face which attracted me. She wore a halfsaree and a pony tail. She smelt very nice and fresh. I loved the smell of her soap and shampoo.After a couple of minutes keerthi finally stopped laughing and. . “Nathan. Please.”“Fine. But no more stabbing.”I untied her boots and helped her take them off. Sitting on her ass, she lifted her legs and asked me to pull her jeans off. I did, leaving her in a small pair of black panties; A thong, I noticed earlier that there were no panty lines.“Gimme.”I tossed her boots at her which she caught easily. Still in shock and pissed at her self-destructive act.Stretching out her injured right leg, she crossed the left under the knee to prop it up. Then she.