This tale is based on a time in 1969, when I hitch-hiked from Sydney to Perth, some 2,500 miles (4,000+ km). This, in the middle of a very hot Australian summer. The main road, a lot of it unsealed at that time, runs across the Nullarbor Plain, a desolate land inhabited mainly by kangaroos, with a few small settlements along the way. I must have been mad, but I did actually complete the journey, taking only 3-and-a-half days. The latter part of the story is fiction, but the majority was true.
My roommate’s brother comes to visit our college for the weekend. After a night out, we come home drunk and wired. A friendly game of Truth or Dare takes a turn I couldn’t have possibly expected.
Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been think about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in them all. The three guys in the Supermarket car park story was told and re-told a number of times and not all the details matched. Well I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account
I thought this might be of interest to some of the (older) readers. I didn't write it to garner votes. As the title suggests, simply a tale about just one of the 1.4 billion cars on the planet. A distant relation of Stephen King's "Christine"
Gita a 15 year old maid worked in our house. One morning I saw her tits while she was wet wiping the floor. I decided to 'educate' her. Little did I know that I will end up 'educating' her whole family. / (Reviews)