I'm not going to lose money, so they can stay in business. These trucks are our largest out-of-pocket expense. If we can use our most skilled labor an...d not have to pay overtime, we will get the best product at the best price. I want to look at our options for independent truckers and small trucking operations. If we can make it work, it will take some stress off the manufacturing operation. If we mark up the insurance and fuel to standard rates, we can get pretty close to the margins we're. Murphy cast a gaze towards the tables at the back of the lounge and then whispered to me. “You’re on. Who”? I had already picked out a man sitting alone down the bar. He was the dictionary definition of the average businessman stopping for a drink before heading home to the missus. I nodded his way and Murphy kissed me on the cheek and went over to him. The man looked confused and read the second card at least three times and then got up, looked around and then headed off to the men’s room with. The waitress came over to offer him a cocktail and he declined saying we had to get going. I downed what was left of my drink and we were out the door.We rode the elevator to his floor in relative silence. As the door to his room closed behind us, he bent down and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. As we broke, “Wow” was all I could say. Brent was 6 foot three to my 5 foot eight. I looked him over real good. The best I could come up with was that he was just tall, dark and handsome. About 5 years. Stepping out of his pants and moving towards me, I could fell myself harden as I watched his cock swing from side to side. “You can touch it if you want” he said, Somehow him saying “It” instead of “me” made it easier, made it less “Gay.” I reached out and ran my finger tip down his hanging, girthy, veiny shaft. His cock felt smooth, the skin soft. I could not stop staring at it. I held it in my palm and was shocked at its weight. His manhood began to swell under my touch, becoming even bigger.