healed and I could walk without limping. I would just hide out in the shelter and chill for a minute and try to catch my breath. For once in my life I’d be obedient to my grandmother. I’d think and pray and try to see where I was being led, and wherever God’s grace took me, then that’s where I would go.
CHAPTER 11
Sal had covered about fifteen hundred miles and he was itching to get his ass to New York City. He pulled over for gas and food, and slept during the day at cheap motels so he could do most of his driving at night.
Tonight he was sitting in a booth at a truck stop diner as he feasted on a T-bone steak and a large order of French fries. He had pulled off the road to get some gas, and the smell of greasy burgers and fried onions had lured him inside the joint.
The food was good, he had to admit as he cut into his medium-rare steak and watched the juices run onto the plate, but that wasn’t what was keeping him there. The diner was full of truckers and travelers, and four pretty blonde waitresses scuttled around serving every man in the house with bright eyes and big, phony smiles.
Sal noted the beauty of the waitresses, who looked so much alike that they had to be sisters, but not one of the four had caught his eye.
Nah, Sallie was staring at somebody who looked totally different, and the more he sat and watched her, the hungrier he got.
She was eating by herself at the counter, and her ass looked like it was molesting her stool. She was slim up top with long, straight hair, but her hips looked nice and wide, and he could tell she had a plump booty packed into her tight jeans. Her frame put him in the mind of Juicy, who was one moolie bitch he’d fucked without ever taking his dick outta his pants.
Sallie watched the girl at the counter as she lowered her full lips onto the straw that stuck out of her glass of lemonade. He caught a glimpse of her pink tongue as she inserted the straw deep into her mouth, and instantly his pants rocked up with a strong desire for her.
She was just what he was looking for. Her small hand gripped the frosted glass, and her earrings dangled seductively from her earlobes. She had smooth, mocha skin, and when she spoke to the cashier at the counter Sallie melted as he saw a deep dimple flash in her left cheek.
The girl must have felt him staring at her because every now and then she glanced in his direction with a shy look in her eyes, and then looked away.
She’s flirting with me, Sallie thought. She was reading him and he was reading her too. The next time she snuck a peek at him Sallie nodded at her and winked. Her face seemed innocent and beautiful when she broke out in a bashful smile, and Sallie shot her his sexiest grin in return.
She was no local girl, Sallie could tell, and she wasn’t the kind of cheap hooker he usually snatched up off the track either. His curiosity was quenched when she slid down from her stool and jangled a large set of keys in her hand. Waving goodbye to the cashier, she took one last look at him and then her hips swayed like a melody as she walked out of the diner and headed toward one of the large trucks that was parked right outside.
Sallie couldn’t believe it. A chick like her was pushing a rig. He dug into his pocket and peeled off a fifty-dollar bill, and tossed it onto the table as he rushed outside behind her.
The trucker’s name was Meesha and her and Sal were in the back of her cab smoking a little reefer and having a real good time. Sal told her he worked as an aide to a big-time Los Angeles politician, and that he was driving to New York for a vacation. Meesha broke out a bottle of gin and told him she was from Oklahoma and that she got off on a creating a little adventure during her long, lonely road trips.
The moment she slammed the truck’s doors Sallie was all over her black ass. He knew her type very well. She was one of those black chicks who just loved to ride white cock. Well, Sallie had plenty
CHAPTER 11
Sal had covered about fifteen hundred miles and he was itching to get his ass to New York City. He pulled over for gas and food, and slept during the day at cheap motels so he could do most of his driving at night.
Tonight he was sitting in a booth at a truck stop diner as he feasted on a T-bone steak and a large order of French fries. He had pulled off the road to get some gas, and the smell of greasy burgers and fried onions had lured him inside the joint.
The food was good, he had to admit as he cut into his medium-rare steak and watched the juices run onto the plate, but that wasn’t what was keeping him there. The diner was full of truckers and travelers, and four pretty blonde waitresses scuttled around serving every man in the house with bright eyes and big, phony smiles.
Sal noted the beauty of the waitresses, who looked so much alike that they had to be sisters, but not one of the four had caught his eye.
Nah, Sallie was staring at somebody who looked totally different, and the more he sat and watched her, the hungrier he got.
She was eating by herself at the counter, and her ass looked like it was molesting her stool. She was slim up top with long, straight hair, but her hips looked nice and wide, and he could tell she had a plump booty packed into her tight jeans. Her frame put him in the mind of Juicy, who was one moolie bitch he’d fucked without ever taking his dick outta his pants.
Sallie watched the girl at the counter as she lowered her full lips onto the straw that stuck out of her glass of lemonade. He caught a glimpse of her pink tongue as she inserted the straw deep into her mouth, and instantly his pants rocked up with a strong desire for her.
She was just what he was looking for. Her small hand gripped the frosted glass, and her earrings dangled seductively from her earlobes. She had smooth, mocha skin, and when she spoke to the cashier at the counter Sallie melted as he saw a deep dimple flash in her left cheek.
The girl must have felt him staring at her because every now and then she glanced in his direction with a shy look in her eyes, and then looked away.
She’s flirting with me, Sallie thought. She was reading him and he was reading her too. The next time she snuck a peek at him Sallie nodded at her and winked. Her face seemed innocent and beautiful when she broke out in a bashful smile, and Sallie shot her his sexiest grin in return.
She was no local girl, Sallie could tell, and she wasn’t the kind of cheap hooker he usually snatched up off the track either. His curiosity was quenched when she slid down from her stool and jangled a large set of keys in her hand. Waving goodbye to the cashier, she took one last look at him and then her hips swayed like a melody as she walked out of the diner and headed toward one of the large trucks that was parked right outside.
Sallie couldn’t believe it. A chick like her was pushing a rig. He dug into his pocket and peeled off a fifty-dollar bill, and tossed it onto the table as he rushed outside behind her.
The trucker’s name was Meesha and her and Sal were in the back of her cab smoking a little reefer and having a real good time. Sal told her he worked as an aide to a big-time Los Angeles politician, and that he was driving to New York for a vacation. Meesha broke out a bottle of gin and told him she was from Oklahoma and that she got off on a creating a little adventure during her long, lonely road trips.
The moment she slammed the truck’s doors Sallie was all over her black ass. He knew her type very well. She was one of those black chicks who just loved to ride white cock. Well, Sallie had plenty
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