Chapter 1

I was sitting at one of my old watering holes, drinking with a few friends talking about our lives. I was having ginger ale, while my buddies drank beer. I had a kidney removed last year and the doctor said it would probably be wise to cut back on the alcohol. We were all truckers who met up at the bar when we got back from some of our runs. We'd all been divorced at least once, a couple at least twice. We would just sit around and tell a few jokes and have our beverage of choice, mine being the damn ginger ale.

Joe told us he had a new doctors' joke. We had a habit of picking on the medical profession or lawyers. Joe began his joke:

A guy named, Sam, returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him that he has only 24 hours to live. Given the prognosis, Sam asks his wife for sex. Naturally, she agrees, so they make love.

At this point the wife sits up and says, "Listen, Sam, I have to get up in the morning... you don't."

"Not bad, Joe, not bad at all," I said as we all laughed.

"My turn," said Bill, as he began his joke:

A man went to the dental surgeon to have a tooth pulled. The dentist pulls out a freezing needle to give the man. "No way! No needles! I hate needles!" the patient said. The dentist starts to hook up the laughing gas and the man again objects. "I can't do the gas thing - the thought of having the gas mask on is suffocating to me!" The dentist then asks if the man has any objection to taking a pill. "No," the patient says, "I am fine with pills". The dentist then returns and says, "Here is a Viagra tablet." The patient says, "Wow - I didn't know Viagra worked as a pain pill!"

"It doesn't," said the dentist, "but it will give you something to hold onto when I pull your tooth out..."

We were all laughing. It was my turn to tell a joke when Joe looked over at the door and said, "Holy shit! What a knockout just walked through the door. Damn, is she nice!"

I turned around to see what Joe was looking at. I said, "Oh, shit," as the beautiful woman walked over to our table. Her escort waited by the front door. I looked at her closely; she was a beauty.

I guess I should go back to the beginning and let you know what all has transpired over the last twenty plus years. Go back to my college days. I don't want to brag but I kind of have to so you get an idea of the situation at the time. I played sports and could have had a football scholarship, but instead I had a full ride academic one. I had brains, lot of brains, but lacked common sense. I worked out regularly so I did have a decent physique. I was considered a good catch since I entered college as a medical student. Life was going good and was right on track.

I was somewhat of a party animal. I never lacked for female companions. At one particular party I eyed a new girl. She was looking good in her mini skirt. I went up to her and asked her to dance. I pulled her in real close so I could feel her breasts against me. She was one hot little lady. I spend the next two hours with us drinking and dancing. She was pretty much up for grabs when I started kissing her. I would rub her back and slide my hands down to her ass. I guided her into another room and sat down in a straight-back chair. She watched me as I undid my belt buckle and unzipped by pants and pulled my hard cock out.

She knew what was about to happen when she moved forward. She didn't even remove her panties but pulled them to one side, baring her pussy. Just as she was lowering herself on my stiff pole, she asked me if I had a condom. I told her I would pull out if she wanted. It was too late to stop and put on a rubber. She felt great as she rode my cock. It was only a matter of a few minutes when I shot my load deep into her. She grabbed me around the neck and held on tight, climaxing at the same time as me.

When we were finished, she climbed off my lap, said, "I'll see you around," smiled and then left. It was a good fuck, nothing more, nothing less. I later learned her name was Marie. She was a sophomore at the university.

I didn't see her around for a couple of months when one day she showed up outside one of my classrooms. "Rob, I'm pregnant," she said.

Now I didn't even know this girl. I never even dated her; we just had sex the one time at a party. I asked her what she wanted from me. She told me she could get an abortion for two thousand dollars. She didn't have any money at all. She wanted to know if I could pay for it.

I'm really not a bad sort. I'm not. I did ask her if she was sure it was mine and she said she was positive. If I wanted the baby she would carry it to term, get a DNA test done, then I could have a child.

I was scared shitless; I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to be a dad, or marry a woman I didn't even know. I told her I would get the money for the abortion but, after that, I didn't want to see her again.

She agreed and I went to look for ways to get the money. I couldn't ask my parents. They'd shit if I told them about this. I remember one way of getting money quick. I didn't want to do it, but I was out of options. There was a guy that kept asking if I could get him drugs. He had a cocaine habit, but had the money to pay. I approached him and told him I could get him what he needed. The only problem was he had to buy a large amount. I needed to make two grand on this deal. He balked a little but as I was walking away he agreed. We made a deal for the next evening. He showed me the cash and we headed to one of the big-time dealers. When we went to the door, the dealer wouldn't deal with my man. He told me he would only deal with me.

I explained this to my mark - that's what we call the guy I was buying for. I explained he had to give me the cash, I would go in and get his drugs, come back out and give him his drugs and we could all go our own way. He was a little reluctant at first but handed me the cash. Damn, such easy money, a hundred per cent profit. I got the drugs and came out and handed it to my mark.

"Here's your drugs. Hope they're as good as you expected."

We shook hands and I went back to the dorm.

The next day I met Marie and handed her the two thousand dollars and we split. I went back to my dorm and was greeted by two narcotic agents along with my mark, the buyer. He was working with the Feds. I was cooked. I was left in a boat without a paddle. I was sunk. They had all the evidence they needed.

I was taken into custody and booked. I never even asked to post bond. What for? It would just delay the inevitable. I was found guilty and was sentenced to eighteen months for a first offense. The amount of drugs made my sentence longer. I lost it all. My family wanted no more to do with me. I lost my full ride scholarship, and of course, got kicked out of college since I couldn't attend since I was in lockup. As I said earlier, I was a brain with no common sense.

I did my time and was out in a little over a year for good behavior. I had nothing except the clothes on my back and a few hundred dollars I made in prison. I went looking for a job. I found some construction day work. It was hard work but at least I was working. I got a shitty little apartment with weekly rates. I didn't have a phone, but I had no one to call anyway. It did have a TV but the color sucked. At least I had something to watch.

I saw an advertisement for a truck driver's school. It was just down the road from my apartment. I went the next day and took their pre-test to see if I had any brains. I had that silly test done in minutes. Needless to say I passed and started taking the driving school course. It took me about a month before I was able to get my driver's license, and then later, my CDL license. I was ready to start driving the trucks.

I began getting all the short shit routes. It was alright with me, as long as I got paid. I got better and better and eventually I was doing pretty damn good! I was making a pretty good living and putting some money aside so I could get a car and a better place to live.

It took me a good six months to get comfortable with my life. I found a better apartment and got myself a used car. I was actually proud of myself. It had been nearly two years since I was arrested and was back out on my own. Even the parole officer was rather proud of me. I was just about done seeing him also. He told me to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble. I had every intention of following his advice.

I was trying to get some of the over-the-road trips. I had nothing tying me down and I figured I might as well travel some. It was working out pretty good for me. I bought a used mobile home and put it in a mobile home park. Now when I wasn't on the road I had my own little place. There were a lot of fairly loose women in the park. If I was home, I wasn't without a female visitor. I used to think that men cheated on their spouses, but I don't know anymore. Over half the woman I had sex with were married. I do have to say the married women seemed to be a better fuck. I really don't know why but they seemed to put more into it.

It might have something to do with being bad, letting another man have them while their husbands were working. Hell, sometimes their husbands were home. I didn't think much about it. I wasn't the most moral guy out there. I never forced a woman to do anything she didn't want to do. I liked to fuck and if a woman, either single or married, came to me, I had sex with her.

One day I went to the store to pick up some beer and snacks when I saw a woman I knew. I froze for a moment. It was Marie and she was pushing a baby in a stroller. I walked up to her and it shocked the shit out of her.

"Hello, Marie, long time no see. I see you have a little one with you. Is she yours?" I could see it was a cute little girl about two years old.

"Rob, please don't do anything crazy," she said.

That was when I realized that she never had the abortion that I went to prison for. "Marie, did you have the abortion?"

"No, I couldn't. I felt her inside of me and didn't want to abort her. Don't worry; no one knows who the dad is. I didn't put any name down on her birth certificate. I told them her father had died. Please don't hurt us, no one will ever know. In fact I'm getting married and my fiancé promised to adopt Kaylee. I named her Kaylee. Please don't hurt us."

"Marie, I have no intention of hurting you. I will not interfere in anyway with your life or your baby's. In fact, I wish you the best in your upcoming marriage. What's your fiancé doing and what's his name?"

"His name is Al - Al Kindle. He has a good job as an accountant. He has a son who's five. He and his wife have been divorced for two years. He knows about you, but not who you are. I told him it was just a one time thing with a guy at a party. I even mentioned I had too much to drink."

"Marie, you're a very pretty woman and deserve a good life. I wish you and your family the best. I promise not to interfere in your's or Kaylee's life." With that said I walked away and got in my car.

I was not going to try and hurt Marie for doing what she felt was right. She did tell me she used the money to buy some starter things for her baby. Children's services paid for the delivery.

I went back to my mobile home. One of the neighbor women came over and we got into the mood and started having sex. She was divorced and worked at one of the local grocery stores. She was nice enough and definitely a good lay. I asked her if she wanted to get married. She was so surprised and she agreed to get hitched. I had a truck going to Las Vegas the following week so she took a week off and went with me.