“How much for…?” she choked on the words, clearly aroused and wanting more. Bree had to be careful and so replied, “How much for what, exactly...?” The blonde’s beautiful gray eyes narrowed and her full lips compressed into a cruel smirk. “You know exactly what I mean. Don’t make me spell it out for you.” The fingers of one hand held several Ben Franklins while the other hand was cupping the dancer’s breast, the thumb teasing her bare nipple. Bree levered herself into a standing position suddenly. I was prepared for some heavy drinking and knew it would last sometime, so prepared myself by eating beforehand and wearing a wet pad in my underpants as I have a tendency not to make it to the toilet after a few drinks. This ended up the case on this night as after around an hour of drinking I felt the urge to urinate and headed for the toilet. No surprise the toilet was busy and I had to wait in line for a free space as there were only 3 urinals. I glanced across while waiting and spotted 2. She was a lady ab. early thirties 30 and asking me something. I remove my headphones and listen to her. She actually enquiring ab. metro and routes might be first time travelling in metro. So I told her directions but I told her again I am going same way and she can accompany me, she agreed. Let me tell you people about her now. She was around 30 fair and about 5’5 tall. She was wearing jeans and top as usual girls ladies wear but she was sexy that all I can say. So metro came and we enter in. 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.