I was going through the weigh station outside of Knoxville, Tennessee
one night, when another driver got on the horn, looking for a south-
bound. He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to
Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far.
We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his
face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this
had been his first time away from home. He was anxious to get home, and
I was anxious to drop my load.
I was pushing hard when he said he needed a piss stop. Told him no
way, and handed him the Gatorade bottle I keep behind my seat. "What's this for?"
"Whip it out, jam it in the bottleneck, and cut loose."
"Nope. Either that or stick it out the window."... Read More NOW inside the Truckstop...