She was lean but not skinny, and she had the curves that made her very sexy. Shaking my head to drive away these thoughts, I tried to concentrate on t...e TV news which was discussing about the sudden drop in stock prices on that day and I got absorbed in it. I had staked lots of money in the stocks and a 5 percent drop meant a lot of money. Soon I forgot my friend and his sexy wife and was deeply into the stock market news, when I heard somebody screaming. I thought that it was my imagination. Finally, after driving over one hundred miles, a very large truck stop appears. The parking lot is full. It is a very busy place.A large sign on the entrance door advertises hot showers for the truckers for seven dollars. The clerk takes my request and advises me there are four drivers waiting and then she suggests I take advantage of their fine dinning room. A quick trip back to the truck for my bag, I slide into the coffee shop and wait for the number twenty-nine to be called. A quick gaze. “Is this station taken?” she asked as she approached me at the practice tee. “No,” I’d replied, as I observed the envious glances of some of the other men on the range. “I’m Rob,” I said, extending my hand. “Jenny,” she said. Mezmerized, I watched as she hit several wedge shots to warm up. She’d worn a hot pink polo with khaki shorts and a tan which complemented her golden bob. Everything about her body shouted firm – breasts, tummy, bottom, thighs. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my own. "My forgiveness is not needed," I said. "It is sufficient that you have learned. But please now dress. We have a guest for dinner." You wish me to wait at table?" No, not tonight. I have arranged for a simple buffet. You do not need to appear as the housemaid, you shall be the hostess alongside me."Nicola smiled and thanked me. It was half an hour later that she joined me, corseted and in her long hobbling skirt and high necked blouse, in the parlour. She had dressed her hair so that it was.