“Where ya at, baby doll?”

“Where ya at, baby doll”
“Getting on the Interstate”
“I’m pulling out of the Pilot”
“Let’s go”
57 mph
black large-car passes me
76 mph
“Where have you been hiding?”
“Been waiting for you at Kleinschmitts was looking at boots saw a hat I wanted”
“Bet it would have looked good on you”
“You say that to all the girls”

“I need to stop at the J for some go-go juice”
“I can change my windshield wiper”
he’s country boy tall
long blond hair
polite hug
not so polite
I get road snacks
He’s waiting
His truck
“My life is pretty complicated right now”
“Let’s just worry about today, ok?”
He wants a show
And a feel
I lift my shirt
It was an Irish day
I leave

More driving
“I used to stop at this truck stop years ago the restaurant had really good food”
“The parking lot looks really big”
“Big enough for two”

Just up the road
“Can’t stop need to take a shower later”
“I can wash your back”
“My life is way too complicated right now”
“Maybe I could give you a massage rearange your spine?”
“I happen to have some baby oil”

“There’s the Love’s one mile”
“Can’t stop”
His right turn signal blinks one time
I laugh
“Nice try”

Ten miles from his exit
“Let’s stop on this off ramp so I can get a proper good bye”
“I’ll say my good bye from my truck”
“deep sigh”

Exit 110 one mile
I flashed him again and noticed the phone number in really big numbers
I scribbled
fondled my breast for him
“Call me, baby doll”
“I’ll think about it”

Still thinking


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