I’m not a cock guy but I couldn't help being turned on because I hadn't cum in two weeks. About half way to his place, Jeff asked, “Alex, could we... stop at a rest stop so I can take a leak? There’s one a few minutes from here down the interstate.” “No problem, Jeff." I thought maybe that’s why he was so fidgety with his dick. It was also an opportunity for me to go as the cold weather and wet clothes makes one have to piss. We stopped and both went in the men’s room. We were the only people in. Not only that, she had even almost magically cleaned my coffee pot out, which now gleamed just as brightly as everything else did. I half wondered if the coffee would even taste the same."Second shelf there on your right," she informed me. "Though if you don't want them there, you can certainly move them to another spot."I opened the cupboard. The few mugs I did have were all neatly stacked side-by-side, handles all facing in the same direction. I took two of them down and began filling our. "She thought about that and settled down some. I caught Lane and Kelly giving me an appraising stare after I put her problem to rest.She was full of questions and energy for most of rest of the day, but began to run down just as we quit for the night. Lane and Kelly handled child care in the hotel, and I took the coach to an all- night truck repair shop and ran it through the wash bay, got the oil changed, and had everything checked out. The filters were fine, but I got the fuel filter changed. Her name was Wendi and she worked for a major Houston oil company, but she was based in New Orleans. She was working on her master's degree in marketing while still working part-time at her job. Her company's distribution methods were developed in the 70's timeframe and they were added to and revised ever since.In class, Wendi was very professional both in her attire and attitude. Betsy remembered the woman, as having very smart business sense, and she could tell that Wendi really wasn't the.