We'll just make the truck stop in time. They have facilities and food there. We can clean up, eat and catch some shut eye for a few hours. I'll be bac... on the road at midnight. As far as sleeping, you can bunk in with me and sleep or you can hang out in the stop until I'm ready to go. You can crawl in the bunk then and sleep until I stop for breakfast." Aren't you afraid of sleeping with a strange man?" Nope, I know you have something against rape and so I figure you're safe to be with.. It didn't help that he hadn't slept much lately. Summer break was nearing an end and he wanted to drink up every minute of freedom before his senior year began which meant long nights of video games or endlessly trolling through the Internet. It didn't help that he and his sister had shared an 18th birthday just the other day and he was still reeling from the bottle of whiskey his friend had stolen for them to share. He stared down at the controller in his hands, still surprised he was playing. John waited.“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Claire’s mother has died. I’m back in the Netherlands now but she’s staying on to sort out the estate. She wants to come and see you. You’ve both suffered bereavement and she was very close to her mother. She thinks you’ll be able to help her. So if you can find a good hotel for her nearby I’m sure she’d be grateful.”John was non-plussed. He remembered how angry Claire had been about the letter, but here Peter Klinsman was phoning him and hadn’t. The sun was as hot as ever, but it felt good on my skin. I took my shirt off to avoid a farmer's tan and to soak in more of the warmth. I looked over to the neighbors' yard to see if my little audience was still there. I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed the attention. Sure enough, neighbor girl was there, but this time with a new friend who looked to be a bit older than her. They were both clad in bikinis that seemed too scandalous to just be for hanging out in the house. They made no.