It was his way to explore - no longer through touch, but through his words. He sought to understand, so he spoke. And she listened, but it wore her do...wn. Not her resolve, but her strength. She grew tired and could no longer hold her head up and listen. She needed rest. And she sat in the chair, in the flickering light of a silent television. And he sat beside her in a chair, bathed in the same light, talking, and then seeing she had fallen asleep, he stopped talking. He looked at her in that. I can tell something?swrong; you?re trying to hide it, and doing a crap job.??What gave me away???What didn?t, you mean? The other guys don?t notice, but I know you.You?ve been acting weird for a while. All that foot powder down yourshirt. Whatever the hell it is that?s up with your voice. Two weeks inthe field without bathing, and the first thing you want to do is sit onyour bunk and write a letter home? Seriously. What?s under the bandage???Okay, I give,? I said, dropping the falsely deep and. The dark haired stranger at her breast raised his head and released her nipple from his lips with a wet popping noise. She looked down into his sad eyes. The puzzled expression on his face seemed to ask, "What is that noise?" Ignoring his unspoken question, she gently placed her hand behind his head and drew him back to her bosom. Neeeep! Neeeep! Neep! Neep! Neep! The strange sound disturbed his suckle again. This time when he pulled away, he stood and was immediately engulfed in the thick. This constant erection meant that sometimes all I could do to relieve it was drive with my dick hanging loose, bobbing up and down with the bumps of the road.Anyway, the night in question started out like any other. After driving all day I decided to pull over at one of those truck stops. You know the type: the ones with the dirt parking lots, and the strip joint over the road, and the sign that revolved declaring it was open 24 hours and has showers and WC. I pulled in, tired from the constant.