And what? How many girls?? ?Lost track a couple years ago.? The driver answers. ?One coast to the other, back and forth all the way across t...he country.? ?Nice job being an over the road trucker, huh?? The passenger grins, nodding across the dark cab toward the driver as the rain intensifies, the thick drops pounding across the windshield, metal roof of the cab. ?Good opportunities!? ?Yea? Great opportunities? Especially with a couple cousins in the carnival business!? . How did I feel? I don't know. A combination of bitter, angry, and hurt that my husband, the man that I had given my everything to so many years ago had found it acceptable in his soul to take as his due what I gave, yet found it equally acceptable to return nothing. The longer we sat in silence, the more I realized that I felt emptied, somewhat like a bank vault looks after a big robbery.Sarah was the first one to speak, "So, Mom, what are you going to do? What are we going to do?"Hank replied. When she then became determined to not allow her wanderlust to push her toward another asshole (or ten), she finally came to rely on him for all the emotional support necessary to resist the calls of the wild. For three years, they were almost inseparable; his heart grew to ache for her the very moment they parted, and he knew she was the woman he needed in his life…forever. She was his soul mate; he realized it long before she even suspected he had been hiding amorous feelings for her. Then. “What in God’s name are you doing in my backyard?" he asked angrily, "How long have you been watching.” I didn’t know what to say. I knew my face must have been a shade of red. My shorts were down and my hands were on my cock. I felt like a creeper. The guy was so pissed off and I wondered if he’d call the cops. “You’re a handsome little fellow. You’re in luck, I’m bi-sexual. Why don’t we go back to the deck and you can show me how sorry you are. I’d love to have you suck on my cock. I.