She started going to church, trying to “get right with GOD”. That’s where she’d found out one of the boys she'd been doing from her first gang...-bang was a Preachers Son. After church one Sunday his dad, the preacher, came to her. Telling her, he had heard some things and if she could come by after school Monday, he could counsel her, in privet. She showed up to find the place dark, no one was in the office but the preacher’s son. He was sitting at the front desk; he led her right in to see his. " He swallowed hard."Okay." I nodded, thinking we were acting like a couple virgins on a first date. Which we were, in a manner of speaking."Do you want me to pay half, or..." Huh?" I laughed. "No, my dad will pay. Don't worry about it." Your dad?" Yeah, he gave me a credit card for stuff like this," I explained. "Well, not exactly like this, but he'll understand. I don't abuse it." Alright, cool," David said. "As long as he's not gonna get mad at you or anything." My dad?" I scrunched up my. Rochelle smiled warmly and greeted them all. Marjorie and Kerene hugged everyone and then introduced Josef from the Czech Republic. The 17 year-old from the former Soviet bloc nation was delighted to in the good ole U.S. of A. Coree and Jere helped with their bags. Then, Rochelle asked if they were hungry. Indeed they were. The fixed their plates and ended up playing Uno into the night. Ty showed up halfway through the meal and Rochelle gently nudged him to get going at 8:00 p.m.Sunday morning. What I didn't recognize was the rest of the place. There was no parking lot, no lines of gas and diesel pumps, no truck wash, no restaurant, no showers, no fast food joints, no cars. There wasn't any asphalt and no yellow beetle. All I could see this side of the trees was grass. Not front lawn grass, this was wild and was a foot or two high. There were a few spots where it was green but most of it was turning brown.Our truck stop is off a business route that has four lanes, two in each.