As a matter of fact, there hadn't been a morning yet in the last five that hadn't started with damp panties. She didn't know why in hell she felt so h...rny, but she liked it. Good thing she was on vacation... Josephine knew she'd be in no mood to go back to work on Monday.Looking over her shoulder, she took a look in the mirror mounted next to her closet, and liked what she saw. After thirty-eight years, Josephine knew, she still had IT. Maybe there were a few crow's feet starting to make their. She blushed at the sight in the mirror. She could not let the neighbours see her leaving the house looking like this. She looked as though she was on the game. She slipped on a coat, pulling it tight together at the front, and looked out of the window to watch for the car.While she waited, Mary thought about how she had come to be dressed like this and be waiting to be picked up this morning. Her best friend, Sue, had listened to her complaining that life was passing her by. How she was bored. I can hold out at least until Rest Stop 25. We'll use the restrooms there."Recognition hit every spectator at about the same time. Rest Stop 25 was only three miles down the road. There was a perfectly good set of restrooms here at the Truck Stop. Obviously, I was announcing where we – meaning the delicious young Tran – would be within minutes. Now, to make sure they understood the deal:"And don't worry, somehow or another we'll find a way to raise money for your school books, Honey."I threw a. Oh, what a silence it was because I don't think I uttered a sound until I finished off the pie. As if all that food would be punishment enough.I stayed up after I finished dinner working on some of the things that Steve and I had bounced back and forth between us. What I searched for was ideas about my abilities. What I found in most of the stories were nothing more than someone's wild ass guesses. In a handful of other stories, there were some ideas that with some help they might prove.