A Good Ride

A Good Ride

When you drive for a living, and away from your wife for weeks at a time, it can get very stressful. I have been married to my wife, Lisa, for about 15 years now, and yes, she does get lonely when I am out on the road, but she keeps herself occupied with her career as a children’s clothing designer.

My name is Richard, and I am a trucker. I met my wife at a truck stop while she was was trying to get away from an abusive boyfriend. She is 5 years younger than me. Before I met her, I have no idea how many times I hooked up with a lot lizard in truck stops. I also can not count how many times I can count myself lucky, since lot lizards are very risky when it comes to having STD’s. Since I have been married, I have held out on all temptation on cheating on Lisa, even though she has told me time and time again that she would not mind, since she knew I had needs.

I was down in Southern Georgia, about an hour south of Macon, when I decided to call it a night. I had started my day in Mt. Vernon, IL. I had a day and a half to get to my destination in Tampa with a load of 100% pure USDA certified steaks from Dodge City, Kansas.

Since I had time to kill, I decided that I would rather sleep at a hotel, then sleep and shower at the nearest truck stop, and since there were plenty of hotels around here that have truck parking, I had my pick of where I wanted to stay.

I pulled my Kenworth W900 into the parking lot of a Red Roof Inn, my preferred motel chain, and managed to back my trailer into an open spot. Shut down the engine, got caught up on my log book and went inside the lobby to check in.

When I walked in, I was greeted by a pretty girl at the front desk. The name on her badge said “Cathy”. Then I noticed right away that she had a ring on her finger, it looked like an engagement ring, but the instant I saw that ring, I knew that I did want to do any playful flirting like I always do with the the truck stop cuties. But man, was she cute! She had to be no more than 19 years old, a little on the chubby, hour glass figure, 36D breasts, and a cute little voice. I am a sucker for girls who have cute voices.

“How can I help you?” She asked.

“I need one room please, smoking.” I replied

She typed some information into the computer. “It looks like we have only 1 smoking room left.” She told me

I was quick in my response. “I will take it, better then sleeping in the back of that damn truck.” I told her.

She gave a slight giggle. “Okay, it will be $73.89, can I get your ID?”

I handed her over my Drivers License and my credit card, and made a little small talk as she entered my information. I ended up getting a 10% truckers discount. She told me of a great little restaurant right around the corner that she told me I had to try out. I thought it sounded like a great idea, as long as it was not truck stop food!

She wished me a good night, and I went out to my rig to gather my things for the night. I took a nice long shower before going out to dinner. Dinner was pretty good, the steak was seasoned well and cooked to perfection, the way I like it! I like my steak between Rare and Medium Rare, and they nailed it!

As I was walking back to the hotel, I saw the girl from the lobby arguing with someone in another. As I was getting closer, the care sped off and almost got t-boned by another rig. I saw her sulk down, and walk over to the curb, and put her head into her hands. I could tell that she was crying. Being the nice guy that I am, I walked over to her.

“Is everything okay?” I asked her

“Why does it matter?” She replied, in between gentle sobs.

“Because, no one deserves to be in a motel parking lot crying.” I told her.

She lifted her head and looked at me.

“Apparently I do”

“And why do you say that?” I asked

“Because, I am fat. That asshole was my fiance, well, ex fiance, He had some whore in the car who was much skinnier than I am.”

“Well now, there is no reason to be upset over that.” I told her. I knew I would have to have a damn good reason for saying that.

“Bullshit” she retorted, “I have every reason to be upset.”

“Don’t think like that, Cathy, I think that is your name.”

She nodded her head yes. “Yes, its Cathy, but why should I not think like that?”

“I mean, come on, what if this had happened AFTER you two had gotten married and had a family?” I told her.

“Then I would have sliced his balls off!” She yelled, then went back to sobbing into her hands.

I sat down next to her, and looked at her. I could tell that the ring that was on her finger was now missing. I thought that maybe he demanded the ring back so he could give it to that whore that was in the car with him.

“Is there anything that I can do to help you?” I asked

She looked at me right away and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. It caught my by surprised and I almost fell over, but I managed to catch myself before I ended up with a concussion for hitting my head on the pavement.

She cried harder into my shoulder, I guess she really needed a shoulder to cry on. I can only imagine how hard this must be for her right now. I did not know if I should put my arm around her to comfort her what.

After a few minutes, her sobbing basically came to a stop. Then she realized that she soaked up my clean shirt with her tears.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” she explained, with that odd mixture of laughing and trying not to cry any more.

“Its fine, you needed someone to cry on, I don’t mind at all!” I replied, giving her a smile. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked

“Yes, I really want to talk about it, but I don’t want to talk to my friends, they won’t care.” She said

“Come on, lets get out of this humidity and into my room where we can talk more.” I said as I stood up, I held out my hand to help her out.

Now when I offered her to accompany me to my room, it was for the sole, innocent pretense of helping her get things together and for her to talk over the the dumping before she went home.

As I opened the door to my hotel room, I let her go in first.