My helper and I were on the way back home to Georgia from Topeka, Kansas after the longest 2 weeks anybody has ever experienced. After dealing with all the freeway construction in Kansas City on the way there, we opted to take a southern route through Texas. The plan was to drive as non-stop as we could, switching off as needed.

It was about 11 at night and we were hungry. The old, weathered and bullet-holed sign advertised a no-name 24-hour truck stop with restaurant and motel at the next exit. If you’ve ever driven through Texas, you know how far apart things can be, so we decided it was better than nothing. Coffee and pork rinds can get you just so far down the road.

There were a few pickups (Texas limousines) at the restaurant, and a no-tel bedbug nest of about 7 or 8 rooms in the back. At least the pickups had Texas plates, so they were probably locals and that bode well for the food.

After we sat ourselves at a booth, an early twenty-something young lady brought us menus. Sweet, sweet smile on a beautiful face framed by blond hair, with a knockout body to boot. We watched her firm butt sway as she walked off. Damn! What a piece! Jim and I looked at each other and smiled. Yeah, after two weeks of us sharing a room, something like that would be real nice. Oh, well. When we closed our menus another girl with black hair and grey eyes stopped to take our order. Slender body, not nearly as voluptuous as the blonde’s, but just as delectable in its own way.

“Damn. I’m glad we stopped here,” Jim said with a smile as we watched the waitress stride off to put in our orders.

“I’m wondering if there are any more,” I replied. Looking around, it seemed they were the only ones there.

In a few minutes, they both returned carrying our plates. After they set them down, they looked at each other, then the blond said, “Would you like anything else?”

Everything we’d ordered was there and looked good. “No. It all looks great,” I replied.