Pick me up on your way down

by The Wanderer

Tags: Ma/Fa, Cheating,

Desc: Romantic Story: You never know what will turn up on the back of a truck. Allan's life has not gone the way he would have liked. He lives the life of a traveller, almost living permanently in his truck now that he has lost his family. Then a young woman comes into his life. Allan feels he's to old for an emotional involvement with her. But he can pretend that she is his daughter. She brings a purpose back to his existence.

Although it can be read a stand-alone story. My story "Hindsight" set the scene for this story. I would suggest that story is read before this one. I thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement

My editors, who hail from across the pond kindly pointed out a couple of things that could well confuse some readers. The hero refers to the girl in this story as a "mystery" the significance of this is explained slightly later in the text. "On the game" and "Working girl" are terms used in England to refer to hookers or prostitutes.

"Bollocks," I thought as I walked back to my truck "Some bastards been snooping around my bloody load!"

I'd stopped in the motorway services for a meal. I don't normally go for motorway food, as it's of questionable quality and too damned expensive. But I was short of driving hours on this run and there wasn't a transport café handy that would be open at that time of night.

While I'd been away from the vehicle someone had been at my sheets - the tarpaulins that we cover the load with - I could see that several of the tie down ropes had been unfastened. Whoever it was had wasted his bleeding time as the machines I had on the truck were far too big for anyone to walk off with. So after checking the tie-down straps were still secure, I set about re-tying the sheet down again. As I did so I became aware of a guy walking around amongst the other trucks who looked as if he had lost something.

"Got a problem, Squire?" I asked as he came close to me. I figured it could well have been him who had nosed around my truck. By talking to him, he would realise I had spotted him and he'd probably leave the other trucks and trailers alone.

"You haven't seen a blond bit around here, have you mate? About five-four, black skirt and white top."

"No, I haven't seen anyone, I've just come out of the restaurant. What have you done, lost her?"

"Yeah, we had a row and the stupid little bitch ran off on me. I thought she came this way."

With that, the guy wondered off. But then an idea struck me; before I tied the last sheet rope down, I lifted the edge and looked under the canvas. There were two of the bluest eyes I've ever seen looking right back at me. A hushed voice pleaded, "Please don't tell him I'm here?"

Shit, that was some beautiful face from what I could see of it. Why she was hiding under there I didn't care. If she wanted a lift away from this guy; I had no intention of refusing her request.

"All right, but you're in for a long cold ride I wont be stopping now until I hit Plymouth."

"That's fine with me, as long as I get away from him." She whispered back to me.

"Hold on tight girl, here we go."

I drove out of the services and back onto the M5 motorway. I wondered what this was all about. Why was this young mystery running away from the guy? The only thing I could come up with was that maybe he was her pimp or something. But from what I had seen, she didn't look like a working girl and I got the feeling he wasn't the type to be a pimp. I can't say I liked the look of him but he struck me as more of a travelling salesman or businessman.

Perhaps he picked her up hitch hiking thinking he was going to get lucky and she hadn't wanted to play. But if that was the case why hadn't she just gone into the restaurant; there were too many people around for him to get smart with her in there.

Three hours was going to be a long time under that canvas and it wasn't too warm that night so after about forty minutes or so I pulled on a slip road, stopped on the hard shoulder and let her out from under the sheet. She looked frozen.

"Okay, mystery, jump in the cab. You'll soon warm up in there." She gave me a strange look and I realised that my statement could be taken two ways. "Get a move on girl! I can't leave you standing out here alone at this time of night. Anything could happen to you. Now get a move on, I'm short of time."

She looked a little apprehensive but she climbed into the cab without saying anything. I pulled back onto the M5, checking the clock, I thought with luck I'd just about make it to my delivery on time.

The mystery soon warmed up in the cab; she lent against the passenger door and looked to me like she was falling asleep. She was quite a pretty girl, I'd say about twenty. Thin by most people's standards but that was the fashion.

"If you're tired girl, climb in the bunk and get your head down we'll be another couple of hours or so yet."

She gave me another quizzical look.

"Go on girl, you're quite safe. I've got to drive this bloody thing, haven't I?"

She appeared to think about it for a few moments and then said, "Thanks, I will if you don't mind. I'm pretty shattered."

She climbed onto the bunk behind the seats and covered herself with the blanket that I keep back there. Very quickly she was in the land of nod.

About three hours later I pulled into the factory where I was delivering the machinery. The mystery didn't stir as I drove the truck right inside the building. I almost forgot her as I removed the sheets and straps from my load, then watched as the guys craned off the three machines I was carrying. In little more than twenty minutes the truck was empty. After I had folded my sheets and stowed them, I pulled my truck out into the factory yard with the intention of getting my own head down for a few hours. I needed to log a legal break, that would trap me where I was for most of the day.

Then I remembered that the mystery was using my bunk. As I climbed into the cab I could see she was dead to the world. She didn't even stir as I lowered the upper bunk above her - quite a noisy and complicated operation - I hit the button to close the electric curtains and climbed into the upper berth.

It must have been about noon when I was awakened by the sound of the mystery quietly sobbing in the bunk below. I waited a few minutes trying to think what I should do with this young lady. God, how do I get myself in these situations? I couldn't just drop her off somewhere; I would forever be wondering what had become of her. She had nothing but a small handbag with her and no extra clothing.

I climbed out of the bunk and I could feel her watching me as I did so.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Yes, very!" she replied. I could still hear the tears as she spoke.

"The factory toilets are just through that entrance. The second door on the right is the lady's. Go and wash your face. You've made one hell of a mess of your makeup. Then we'll go and get something to eat."

As she climbed out of the bunk, I got a little too much of a good look at a pair of beautiful legs. Her short skirt rode up higher than was decent but I don't think she noticed. Ten minutes later she returned. Her make up was fresh but her clothes were screwed up, showing the signs that she had slept in them. I'd washed my face in the sink mounted on the side of the truck and changed into a clean boiler suite.

She said nothing as we walked down the road to a nearby café where she showed me that for her small size she could put away a considerable amount of food.

"So little Miss Mystery," I said as we finished eating, "Are you going to tell me who you are and what last night was all about?"

She looked at me thoughtfully for a few minutes.


"Why what?"

"Why do you want to know? I'm nothing to you, just someone you gave a lift to."

"Come off it. I give lifts to hitch hikers. You were hiding in my truck from someone. That tells me you're in some kind of trouble and I need to know what that trouble is. I don't want to read in the papers that you were found dead in a back alley somewhere. So come on Misty, let's have chapter and verse. You never know, I might be able to help."

"He's my brother," she said, as if that was all I needed to know.

I just sat there with an expectant look on my face.

"Well, my half brother actually. My parents were killed in a road accident when I was twelve. Jeff is eight years older than I am. He brought me up."

"So why were you running away from him." I had the feeling that I had just asked a stupid question. This was one hot looking young woman; it could be that the brother had been abusing her.

"Jeff is a businessman. Well, he thinks he is. He's never had a proper job that I know of. He buys and sells things. He's always got some big deal in the works. I don't know, he always spends money like he's got loads of it. But there are always unpaid bills lying around at home and we have had to move around a lot. I think he was running away from his debts."

Misty went quiet again and her eyes looked down at the half-empty tea mug in front of her. I got the feeling she really didn't want to say anymore. Then I think she suddenly changed her mind.

"He's in debt to some man and he can't pay it back. The guy wanted me to work off some interest. Do I need to tell you how?

"No, I think I can guess!"

"I told my brother I wouldn't do it. God! The guy's an old man and I've never...

Her voice faded away and she began to cry again. I signalled the waitress for a couple more mugs of tea.

"What am I going to do now? I've got no one I can turn to?"

"Rubbish, girl. You've turned to me, haven't you?"

She looked up at me with a quizzical look on her face.

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