The road is a lonely one except on weekends when the tourists are out, and I had not seen a car for miles. As I rounded a curve, pulled off to the si...de was a rather rough looking old car with the hood up, and two women standing beside it. I pulled over to see if I could help, introducing myself. As it turned out, they were a mother and daughter on their way home, and the car had stalled on them. I tried for a while to get it running again, but it was pretty obvious that it was hopeless. . The clerk was waving the big black dildo in her face and laughing with his friends."What's taking you boys so long?" asked Joe as he walked over and sat beside the young wife."She's kinda shy about showing us her goodies," laughed the clerk."Is that right, honey?" Joe asked as he put his arm around Susan's shoulder and pulled her close to him. She didn't pull away, even though she was disgusted by Joe. He seemed like less of a threat to her than the leering black men."You got these nice boys. As I sat there I noticed there was writing on the walls about me, most of it was rather nice, but a few lines were rather suggestive and a little sexual.Peter gave me a lift home in his plush new car, which was very kind of him. Later that evening it was bath time for me. As I lay there enjoying the feeling of the warm soapy water covering my nakedness, my thoughts went back to the writing on the wall. I was an old girl, almost a fossil compared with the ages of the mechanics, so which of them. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.What I cannot love, I.