Chapter 1

Bob decides to explore the back roads somewhere, in the middle of Nebraska, on a whim. He was returning from Colorado, where he had spent the last week, enjoying the grass you can buy in that state. Bob was cheap except when it came to his ‘pot’ quality, camping beside creeks and hidden roads. That way, he could camp without attracting the notice of authorities and strangers.

This trip was typical: he brought a tent for sleeping, some cold cuts, mayo, cheese, and a package of hoagie buns for eating. He kept the food in a bit of ice chest to keep the mayonnaise from spoiling. Adding a box of Cheerios for breakfast with a gallon of milk, and he was ready to go. He would put fresh ice in the ice chest every morning, and there was always enough ice for the evening. Also, he learned a trick to cool everything in a creek flowing by. All he had to do was to dig a hole deep enough for the ice chest in the stream, making sure the water was below the lid. It was a dark and steamy night, but the chest stayed cold while he slept, even in weather like this.

Yes, the most important thing is that there was a creek. Fortunately, Colorado is full of them. The water comes down from the mountains, from the melting snow, clear, chemical-free, just like those Coors commercials. One can drink it, and he did.

Let us see what else you need to know about him; he is unemployed. The state government gave out unemployment compensation for only six months in its infinite wisdom. But the federal government extended it another six months, and the state allowed people to declare unemployment once a year. So, he was collecting unemployment for going on 16 months now.

He knew he would have to look for work soon. As part of the rules, he had to look for work twice a week, but there were no jobs ever since the Dot-com bubble caused the layoff of over a million software engineers. Because he got the maximum unemployment allowed, he was getting paid more than any minimum wage job. He did not need to work if all he could get was a low-paying job; the money was better from unemployment.

That is how he ended up driving to Nebraska in the middle of the night; he thought of himself as on an extended vacation. The road he was on currently seemed to be nowhere near any creeks. He knew he would have to pull over soon, put up his tent, and go to sleep, though. He was getting a little tired.

One last thing you need to know about Bob before he starts this little tale: he is divorced. In his late 40s, he has three kids, two have grown up, and his youngest one said he did not want to live with him anymore - Bob agreed to ship him off to Boys Town. More to the point, the doctors from the state thought it would be best. The state found that he displayed a passive-aggressive attitude due to a poor home environment, namely a wicked stepmother. That is how Bob ended up being alone on this evening.

Country roads in Nebraska certainly do not have streetlights. There are few cars and, more to the point, even fewer police officers to slow his speed down. He was zipping along well above the speed limit with his lights on high beam when he realized a car was stopped in the road ahead. If it were not for the reflection coming off a mirror or something, he would not have seen the car until he was on top of it.

‘Somebody should just tell people to put on the emergency blinkers,’ he thought. He was able to stop in time, just barely, and his tires complained loudly in the process. It was a late model sedan, just sitting there.

He took a few moments to settle his nerves and appraise the situation. He put on his emergency flashers and stepped out to look around. A woman got out of the car on the driver’s side. She was using her hand to block out the headlights.

Bob greeted her, “Good evening. And what might you be doing out here all by your lonesome?”

As he got closer to her, she turned into quite a shapely woman, stood about 168 cm (5’ 6”) tall, carrying a sweet weight of about 64 kg (141 lbs). She appeared to be wearing a button-down shirt and had on a very loose pair of shorts. He realized it reminded him of a couple of shorts he once experimented with in his youth, designed to have lots of wiggle room.

She assessed him for a few moments and finally answered him back, “Ran out of gas. Would you happen to have any?”

There are situations that the police always warn people about, somebody begging you to get some gas. Afterward, their friends pop out of the woods, bonk you on the head, and steal your car. But that would not happen today, thank goodness. He answered her, “Nope, I don’t have any gas - just what’s in my tank. Sorry, I haven’t got a hose to siphon it either. Do you have a way of carrying gas?”

She looked at him, shrugged her shoulders, and then walked back to grab the keys from the car. She walked around to the back and said, “Let me open the trunk and see what I got.”

While she looked around in the trunk, he strolled up behind her. He was looking at her lovely ass as she was bent over. He could not keep himself from doing it. He tried hard, but he could not stop himself. He took his finger and poked her in the ass, right in the middle. He goosed her.