Daddy's Little Girl  Part 2 
By Submissive Romantic 	submissiveromanticone@gmail.com



Edited by Michael-Leonard

Chapter 1

Bill stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, as he watched her finish
her final set. He was always amazed at how easy she made it look. Even from
across the room he could tell that she had a forty-five pound plate, two
twenty-five pounders, and a ten pounder on each side of the bar. Including the
weight of the bar, she was lifting two hundred and thirty five pounds for her
twelfth and final rep. He could feel the blood pulsing into his cock as he
watched her stand up and turn to inspect her reflection in the full-length
mirror on the wall next to the bench. Long ago she had made it a habit of
working out in the nude. At six feet two inches tall and one hundred eighty
five pounds, she was an amazing physical specimen; with broad shoulders, a
forty-eight inch chest, twenty-four inch waist and thirty-four inch hips,
there was not an ounce of fat on her. She brought her arms up into a double
bicep pose, expanded her chest and flexed every muscle in her body. Her skin
was flawless; alabaster in color, resembling white marble. Only her arms were
bronzed from the harsh Arizona sun. Bill knew from experience that although
she resembled a statue of a Greek warrior sculptured by one of the renaissance
masters, her skin was soft, warm and supple, stretched tightly over her
muscular frame.

"Not bad for an old broad of forty-three," she said with a smile. "I see you
agree,"

Bill shifted his gaze from her magnificent body to her reflected face in the
mirror and returned her smile and blew her a kiss.

Gail turned and slowly walked towards him like a big cat on the prowl. With
her left hand she held his head as she bent down and gave him a very sensual
kiss; her right hand sought out his erection. After several playful squeezes,
she ended the kiss and led him down the hall.

"I really need a shower," she said, "You can do my back." Bill was only too
happy to comply.

When they reached the bathroom, Gail pulled out two towels and two washcloths
from the closet. They stepped into the shower, closed the door and turned on
the water. In Arizona, especially in the summer, there is no shortage of hot
water; in fact many times you never turn it on. The temperature was perfect as
Gail stood under the shower, the water cascading over her head on down her
body. She turned slowly; making sure she was completely wet, then reached for
the two washcloths and the soap. She soaped up her cloth and handed the other
and the soap to Bill. Bill had done this many times before and knew the
routine. He soaped up his washcloth and proceeded to scrub her back as hard as
he could. It was a combination massage and exfoliating rubdown: easing the
tension in her muscles, removing the dead skin, and stimulating the blood
flow. They went through this almost every time she returned from one of her
cross-country runs as part of their extended foreplay before retiring to their
king-sized bed. When he finished her back he dropped to his knees and
continued down one leg and up the other until all that remained to be done was
her magnificent butt. Discarding the washcloth he put a liberal amount of soap
in his hands and starting with her cheeks, slowly and sensually massaged her,
marveling at the hardness of her body. He slipped one hand between her legs
and caressed her pussy as she spread her legs to give him better access. Bill
teased her clit the way he knew she loved and slowly brought his hand back up
between her cheeks, making sure she was extra clean. When he was finished he
kissed each of her cheeks and stood behind her, nibbling on her back and
shoulders as his hands sought out and found her breasts. Bill's cock was rock
hard and nestled between her thighs as he pinched and twisted her nipples.
Gail let out a low moan and shuttered as her first orgasm traveled through her
body.

"I missed you so much. I couldn't wait to get home."

"I missed you too. Don't you wish it could be like the first time we met;
traveling across the country together, making love where and when we wanted?"

"Yes, I really miss those days. Too bad you have to work here."

She shut the water, turned, gave him a toe-curling kiss, opened the door and
handed him a towel. They dried each other off, and after drying his hair, Bill
headed for the bedroom, while Gail finished doing the things that women do
before going to bed.

Bill lay in the middle of the large bed, only a sheet covering his body,
thinking about their previous conversation. 'I really do miss those days,
driving with her on her cross-country runs. Eight or nine days is a long time
to be alone, without the woman that you adore. I wonder ... ... ... '

He was still deep in thought when she entered the room. The scent of her
musk-oil perfume brought him back to the present and, like one of Pavlov's
dogs, he immediately responded to her. She always wore her perfume to bed when
she was particularly horny and Bill knew he was in for a very pleasurable,
albeit exhausting, evening. Even after nearly ten years of marriage their
love-making was anything but routine.

Gail pulled back the sheet and gazed down at his sleek, compact body. At five
feet six inches tall, he was an almost petite young man nearly ten years her
junior. Now after ten years under her careful tutelage, he had developed into
a hard body. His muscles, though nowhere nearly as large and powerful as her
own, were clearly defined and very pleasing to the eye. As she climbed onto
the bed, her gaze shifted to the "muscle" of her desire; his seven-plus inches
was pulsating and twitching in sync with the beating of his heart. She took it
into her hand and almost reverently began to gently stroke and plant tiny
kisses on the tip and along its length. Bill began to moan in response to the
pleasure she was giving him, lifting his butt off the bed in an attempt to
intensify the feelings even more.

"Patience my love, we have all night and I intend to make the most of it."

Bill reached up between her thighs and quickly inserted two fingers into her.
She was already dripping with desire and after only few moments, shifted
around and settled herself over his glistening cock.

"You little devil you," she hissed as she engulfed him and began to ride him
slowly. Gail leaned forward, taking his wrists into her powerful hands. She
pulled his arms over his head and held him, taking complete control of the
pace of their lovemaking.

Bill gazed up at her; wanting to kiss her or to fondle her breasts, but he
knew he was powerless to do anything unless she allowed him to. He tried his
hardest to fight her control, because that's what they both wanted; she to be
completely dominant over him, him to be completely helpless and at her loving
mercy. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and started to thrust up into
her.

"Not yet; patience, my dear" she whispered as she forced herself down over him
and held him tightly to the bed and clenched internally around his helpless
cock, causing him some discomfort and forcing back his release. When she felt
that his climax had been averted she leaned over him and began to kiss him,
their tongues dueling for supremacy. Gail broke the kiss and teased him --
offering first one of her breasts, then the other -- but keeping them just out
of reach of his lips, only his tongue able to caress her extended nipples,
while she began once again to ride his now overly stimulated cock. She
increased the tempo and the intensity as she traveled up and down his length
until she could feel her approaching orgasm. Sitting up, she pulled his head
to her breast and ground her pussy against his body, stimulating her clit. Her
orgasm hit her hard just as she felt Bill's cock begin to throb as spurt after
spurt filled her. They held each other tightly as wave after wave of pleasure
washed over their bodies, then after a couple of minutes collapsed onto the
bed temporarily sated.

"Wow, I love it when you get home," Bill finally managed to exclaim, as he
slowly recuperated while staring up at the ceiling above. "It's almost worth
the loneliness I feel when we're apart." Then he closed his eyes and drifted
off for a short nap.

"Rest up my love," she whispered as she gazed down on his sleeping face. "The
night has just begun."

Chapter 2

Bill was thankful that he had scheduled the following day as a vacation day
because he got very little sleep the night before. He was alone in bed;
apparently Gail was already up and had started her day. He got out of bed and
after a brief stop in the bathroom, headed to the kitchen and the smell of
freshly- made coffee.

"There you are sleepyhead; it's about time you got up. Half the day's gone by
already."

She laughed as she stood up and took a mug out of the cabinet and poured him
some coffee.

"Sit and I'll get your breakfast."

Bill glanced at the kitchen clock as he plopped down in his chair. 'It's only
nine o'clock; where does she get all this energy? I'll bet she's already done
the laundry and her workout.'

Gail placed a big plate of scrambled eggs and a couple of strips of bacon in
front of him saying, "You'd better load up on the protein; we have to build up
your strength. I've only got a couple of days before I have to take another
trailer load back east and I don't want to waste a minute."

He closed his eyes and a chill ran down his spine as he prayed, 'I hope, dear
God, that she doesn't kill me.'

For the next three days, they settled into a more normal pace for a married
couple. They did all the normal things: did some shopping, cleaned up around
the house, and even had time after he got home from work on Friday to take a
ride on their Harleys out into the desert; Gail on her vintage Electra Glide
and Bill on his newly-acquired Iron 883 Sportster. Each night they settled
into bed and made love as if it were their last night on earth.

All too soon however, Gail had to go back out on the road and Bill settled
back into his job. Bill worked as a researcher for a large agro-company in the
field of genetic engineering. His goal was to increase food production using
less water. He enjoyed his work but disliked his boss and his boss's boss. It
seemed that whatever breakthroughs he made, they always got the recognition
and the accolades from corporate headquarters. Although he was paid well, and
the company offered excellent benefits, including a 401K with a 100% match and
a separate profit sharing plan as well, he felt that his bosses placed undue
pressure on him to make more and more discoveries. He came home that night to
an empty house, warmed up one of the frozen meals that they had made together,
and felt sorry for himself, counting the days until her return.

One evening, as he sat at his desk paying a couple of bills after a
particularly disappointing day, he suddenly remembered their conversation
about their time on the road together. With a renewed sense of purpose he
began reviewing their financial situation. He put together a budget
determining what they normally spent in a year and, even allowing for an
extraordinary amount of frills, he discovered that they could live very
comfortably on Gail's salary alone. Their house was paid for, the taxes were
low, and their monthly living expenses for utilities, insurance, food and gas
were far less than her take home pay, even allowing for repairs to the truck
and the extra income tax burden that two salaries required. Bill then looked
at what they had saved and invested in the last ten years, including his
latest statements from his retirement plans; they could live very nicely in
their retirement years, assuming that they both could eventually receive
social security benefits to supplement their savings. With this knowledge, he
retired for the evening and planned for the day that he could rejoin her out
on the road.

The next morning on his way to work in the northeast part of the valley, he
was passed by a speeding eighteen-wheeler as he traveled north on Route 17. It
wasn't the truck itself that caught his attention, but rather the message
written on the trailer. The advertisement was for a truck driving school.
"Start on the path to a new career. Learn to drive a truck like this."

'That's it!' he thought, 'I'll learn to drive her truck, get my operator's
license, and go out on the road with her, just like she did with her father.'
He had to speed up to get the telephone number and almost missed his exit,
before he could memorize it. That afternoon, when everyone else was out at
lunch, he made the call that was going to change his life forever. He made
arrangements to meet with the owner of the company later that evening on the
way home from work. Bill explained what he wanted to do and they set up a
schedule that would coincide with Gail's time out on the road.

His instructor was very helpful and understanding, scheduling evening and
weekend lessons, and after two months of intense training Bill qualified for
his operator's license. He was more proud of this accomplishment than he was
of his research. With license in hand he now had to plan just how he was going
to surprise Gail and how he was going to stick it to his overbearing and
obnoxious boss.

It was early fall, the nicest time of the year in the valley as far as Bill
was concerned. His company had announced plans for a family picnic scheduled
for the upcoming weekend. As luck would have it, Gail was scheduled to be home
that weekend and they both were excited about it. For Gail, it was the first
time that she would get to meet the people that Bill worked for and their
families. For Bill it was a chance to show off the woman he adored to the
people he worked for. The flyer that was handed out to all employees said that
there would be softball, horseshoes, games for kids and grownups, great food
and plenty of adult beverages, and that there was even a large swimming pool
for their use as well.

Saturday morning Bill and Gail packed a gym bag with their bathing suits,
towels and extra set of clothes and a large blanket in the back of the El
Camino and headed to the private club where the party was to be held. When
they arrived Bill introduced Gail to some of his lab assistants and their
families. They were all happy to finally meet the woman that Bill was always
talking about. Although she was bigger than everyone she met, they made her
feel perfectly at ease and she absolutely loved being with and playing with
their kids. It was a different story when it came to meeting the executives
and their families, especially Bill's boss and his fat, stuck up wife and
kids. They made her feel like she used to feel about herself: inferior and
uneducated. When Bill realized the effect they were having on her, he quietly
excused them both and practically dragged her back to the other side of the
area, back to where he knew she was comfortable and would be among friends.

"Don't worry about those snobs, they're all phonies; they're all back stabbing
weasels who only think about themselves. These are the real people; these are
the ones that matter."

"But Bill, don't you need to socialize with them for the sake of your career?"

"No, that's the last thing I want to do. I never want to be associated with
the likes of them."

They walked over to the ball field where a softball game was starting. It was
a battle of the sexes, with woman and girls on one team and the boys and the
men on the other. The female team cheered as Gail asked if she could play.
Bill went out into the outfield and mostly hid. Growing up he was not into
sports and had never played softball. He found out later that Gail was an
outstanding athlete growing up and had played softball in high school. Even
from far out in the outfield Bill could not miss the fact that Gail was coming
to bat. The pitcher took one look at her and turned and waved everyone to move
back, then turned to pitch to her. She took a full swing at the first pitch
and missed it badly; she also missed the second pitch. The pitcher turned
around and waved his outfielders back in a little; then threw his next pitch.
Bill saw Gail swing, heard the distinctive sound of the ball being hit solidly
by the metal bat, and watched as the ball sailed high and far over his head.
He turned and started to run but soon ran out of room as he approached the
fence surrounding the tennis courts. Luckily no one was playing tennis at the
time because the ball landed in the middle of the furthest court and then
bounced over the far side fence. Bill looked up and saw a sign at the top of
the fence; it read 350 feet. He turned in time to see his wife gliding around
second and heading for third, then ran around the tennis courts to retrieve
the ball without any hope of stopping her from scoring.

The game continued for over an hour. Gail hit another home run and Bill
surprised himself by not striking out. In fact he hit the ball a lot harder
than he thought he would. Finally, the game was declared a tie when someone
realized that no one was keeping score. Everyone returned to their picnic
tables and blankets, retrieved their bathing suits and towels and headed for
the bath houses. Bill changed quickly and went back outside. He was anxious to
catch the reaction of the rest of the group when they saw Gail in her bathing
suit for the first time. He watched as she exited the bath house. She was
wearing a large tee shirt over her relatively modest two-piece bathing suit.
Some of the men already seemed a little on edge as she approached the group.
Some of them were in pretty good shape, others were overweight never having
done a lot of exercise as kids, and the wives were also a mixture of various
shapes and sizes. All the kids ran directly into the pool, followed by their
parents. Gail and Bill seemed to be the only grownups without kids.

They walked up to the pool, taking off their shirts and placing them on two of
the lounge chairs. Bill was buff enough that he garnered his share of looks
from the females in the group, but it was Gail that attracted most of the
attention. Bill couldn't help but feel proud of his muscular wife as she
slowly walked into the pool. When she was in deep enough she dove into the
water and swam the length of the pool, turned and swam back to where he was
standing waist deep in the water. Bill chuckled to himself as he saw several
men get poked in the shoulder by their spouses as they stood staring at her,
water dripping down her body. Bill couldn't blame them; how often do you get
to see a six foot two inch extremely muscular woman standing nearly naked in a
swimming pool. Gail walked over to the shallow end of the pool, and kneeling
down, began to play ball with the kids. She turned to Bill and smiled a sad
smile. Bill knew she really wanted to have children, but she just couldn't
bring herself to commit to having them, because of the career that she had
chosen and the lifestyle that she lived. He blew her a kiss and walked over
towards the deep end of the pool.

His lab assistant Megan, a woman about five years younger than he, gave him a
smile and waved him over to where she was standing.

"You're wife is incredible. Is she a professional body builder or something?"

"No, actually she's a long-distance truck driver, but all her life she's been
into weight-lifting. She's even got me into a weight lifting regimen.

"I can see that, you're looking pretty good yourself. If you weren't already
married I'd make a play for you myself."

"Thank you for the complement, Megan. I can see that you're no stranger to the
inside of a gym."

"That's true, but I do mostly aerobic exercise. I'd love to get more muscle
development; maybe someday you could come by and show me how," she said as she
lightly stroked his chest with the tips of her fingers.

Warning bells began going off in his head as Bill desperately tried to find a
polite way to break off the conversation.

"Maybe I can have my wife get together with you sometime," he said as he
turned and dove under the water towards the other side of the pool. When he
surfaced, he turned back towards where Gail had been sitting with the kids.
Seeing that she wasn't there, he turned looking for her. To his dismay, he
spotted her standing directly in front of Megan who had her back against the
side of the pool and appeared to be rather upset.

Bill swam over to them as quickly as he could, hoping to control the obviously
tense situation. When he got there, however Gail and Megan had already
finished their conversation and Megan was heading for the staircase leading
out of the pool. Bill looked up at Gail, a worried expression on his face.

"Don't worry Bill, I saw the whole thing. I'm not mad at you and I sure
wouldn't make a scene here in front of your friends and colleagues. I could
see your expression change as she started to flirt with you."

Gail smiled. "The panicked expression on your face was both priceless and
informative. You had no idea where that conversation was heading did you? Well
you're not going to have to worry about her advances ever again. I had a short
but right-to-the-point conversation with her. I told her that you were a very
happily married man and that if I ever heard, or even suspected, that she was
trying to get between us that I would break every bone in that pretty little
face of hers. And to emphasize my point, I took the hand that she was using to
rub your chest and squeezed just a little. Don't be surprised if she comes to
work Monday with the hand wrapped in an ace bandage because I think a felt
something snap when I squeezed it. I'm going to get a little sun right now.
Please stay here and have a good time; I want to do this alone if you don't
mind."

With that she headed up the stairs out of the pool, but instead of walking
back the way they came she walked completely around the other side of the
pool, slowly as if she was on the prowl, directly in front of all the
executives and their spouses. Bill laughed to himself as he watched every head
turn as she passed by on her way back to her chair. Now he, and probably half
of the males that were in the pool, would have to stay in the deep end for
several minutes waiting for their arousal to subside. 'She sure knows how to
make an exit.'

On the ride home she teased him again about Megan. "Her tits are bigger than
mine, but then again so is her ass. I bet she thinks she can have any of the
guys she wants."

Bill knew better than to say anything and promptly changed the subject. "You
were absolutely gorgeous today. I'm sure your name will be on everyone's lips
Monday at work. You were great with the kids today, too. It hurt a little
didn't it?"

He felt her hand rub his thigh as he drove south back towards their house.

"I made my choice and have to live with it. Are you sorry that you stayed with
me?"

He nearly hit the car to his right as he pulled off onto the side of the road
and parked the car. Looking deeply into her eyes he grabbed her hands.

"Don't you ever say that again. Don't you ever even let that thought enter
your mind. I love you more that life itself. You're all I ever wanted and I
don't think I could ever share any of the love I have inside with anyone else,
not even with a child of ours. And if that's being selfish, then I guess I'll
just have to live with it." He kissed her, wiped away a tear that was rolling
down her cheek and headed back onto the road.

They drove in silence the rest of the way home. They took a shower together to
wash all the chemicals from the pool off of their bodies. As usual Bill was
the first to finish and waited for her to come to bed. He opened his eyes when
he smelled her perfume.

Chapter 3

Early Monday morning, Bill felt Gail get out of their bed. It was still dark
outside and he needed a couple more hours of sleep. He felt her kiss his
cheek, whisper "good bye, I love you" into his ear, and head out the door. The
next thing he knew his alarm went off and reluctantly he got up and headed for
the bathroom. By eight-thirty he was in his lab, looking over the results of
his latest experiment. He chuckled to himself as he glanced over at Megan; her
left hand was indeed wrapped in an ace bandage. She didn't even look in his
direction.

The morning flew by, everyone was in good spirits; most were talking about
what a good time they had at the picnic. At lunch time, Bill got up from his
desk and headed down the hall towards the cafeteria. As he approached his
boss's office he heard the loud conversation between, his boss and Mr.
Johnson, the vice president of the research division.

"Did you see the size of her? Did you see the size of her arms? No way is she
a normal woman. I wouldn't be surprised if when they get in bed that there is
more than one cock and hers is buried up his ass."

Then he heard his boss reply, "That's for sure, she probably doesn't let him
do anything but suck on hers and take it up the ass. I'll bet at the very
least he's her submissive slave"

Then they both howled with laughter and walked out of the office and down the
hall to the cafeteria, never glancing back in his direction.

Bill was fuming; at that point he could barely restrain himself. He waited
until they were all inside the cafeteria, and in a voice that could barely be
heard, he said, "You both are such stupid assholes; the least you could do is
shut your fucking door when you're going to insult one of your employee's
wives."

Bill turned to walk out of the cafeteria, he had suddenly lost his appetite,
when he felt a hand grab him roughly by the shoulder and pull him backwards
until he fell over banging his head against the wall.

"How dare you talk to us that way," yelled his boss.

Bill scrambled to his feet. He looked around and could tell that others had
seen him being assaulted by his boss. With as much strength as he could
muster, he reared back and hit his boss right in the jaw with a straight
right. His boss staggered backwards and landed on a stack of trays, before
slumping to the floor. Bill looked around, saw the approval in the eyes of his
coworkers and said in a very calm voice to the VP:

"Oh, by the way, I quit." Bill turned, glanced up at the security camera,
smiled, and walked out the door.

He calmly walked down the stairs to the security office in the basement and
requested a copy of the disk from today. The guard who had been at the picnic
and who had always been friendly with Bill had seen the whole incident and
immediately complied.

"If anyone asks how you got it, please tell them that I was out of the office
at the time and that you just took it. I have less than a year before my
retirement and I need my retirement money."

"Don't worry Dave; I'll only use it if they give me a hard time and I'll be
sure to protect you."

"Good bye and good luck," Dave shouted as he ran up the hallway towards the
staircase on the opposite side of the building in order to make an appearance
at the scene.

Bill was extremely busy for the next several days. He made several calls to
the human resources department trying to get the paperwork for rolling over
his retirement money. But after speaking to several different people, he felt
that they were being uncooperative and evasive. That's when he called his old
friend from college. Ed Williams was their attorney; he had done their wills
and even some estate planning.

"Hi Ed, its Bill Young. I've got a little problem I'd like to run past you."

Later that afternoon, Bill was sitting in Ed's office. He told him the whole
story. He also told him what his plans were for the future.

"Bill, did you bring the disk with you?"

Bill handed Ed the disk, he loaded it into his computer and together they
watched the entire incident.

"Bill, I have to ask, how did you get this disk?"

Remembering his promise Bill said, "I walked downstairs intending to ask the
guard for a copy, when I got there I saw him run out of the office and before
the door closed behind him I snuck into the room, figured out which recorder
the disk was in, took out this disk and put in a new one, and left.

"That could be a problem if we ever get to court; but I don't think this is
going to get that far. Let's call Johnson and see if we can end this before it
starts.

Ed got on phone and after introducing himself as Bill's attorney, was able to
get his secretary to put him through to Mr. Johnson.

"Mr. Johnson, I represent Bill Young. I understand that there was an incident
at the company involving my client and his boss a couple of days ago. At that
time my client gave his official notice ending his employment. He is now
looking to receive his retirement plan distributions and...."

Bill could hear Johnson yelling into the phone as Ed held it away from his
ear.

"That's all well and good Mr. Johnson, but I have sworn statements from half a
dozen of your employees that indicate that it was Mr. Harrison that started
the fight and that my client was just protecting himself. By the way, Mr.
Young indicated to me that there are security cameras throughout the building.
I'm going to need a copy of the surveillance tape."

Ed listened for a short time and then responded. "You say the tape was
accidentally erased; how unfortunate." He paused for effect then continued.
"Mr. Johnson what if I told you that I also have a copy of the disk and have
seen the incident first hand."

Again there was a long period of yelling and then an even longer period of
silence.

"Listen, Mr. Johnson, my client wants nothing more than what he is entitled
to; mainly his retirement money, his final week's paycheck, and severance pay
in the amount of, let's say, one week for each year that he was employed with
the company. Mr. Johnson, just consider it a cost of doing business and the
cost of an insurance policy protecting your career. If this goes to trial, the
company's name will be dragged through the mud and, more likely than not, I'll
get a bigger settlement for my client and both you and Mr. Harrison will be
looking for new jobs."

After a short time Ed continued, "I thought you'd see it that way. Please have
the necessary paperwork sent to my office, and send Bill's pay checks directly
to his home address. It's been a pleasure talking with you Mr. Johnson; good
day."

Ed sat back, smiled, looked over at Bill and said, "That was easy." Then they
laughed, stood, shook hands and headed out to Ed's favorite steakhouse for a
celebratory dinner and drinks, Bill picking up the tab of course.

The next morning, Bill woke up with the wonderful feeling of freedom and the
energy to start on a new journey in his life. After an hour in the weight
room, he showered, shaved and sat at his desk, reviewing one last time their
financial position. Gail wasn't due back for a couple more days and he wanted
to be totally prepared to prove to her that their financial future was secure.
When he was satisfied, he decided to call Carlos, Gail's supervisor, and set
up a meeting.

They agreed to meet at Carlos's office on Saturday morning at 9:00; he was
coming in so that he could catch up on some paperwork. Promptly at 9:00, Bill
arrived at the warehouse. After the usual social questions about each other's
family, they got down to business. Bill explained to Carlos that he had quit
his job and told Carlos that he would like to share driving duties with Gail,
just as Gail and her father had done fifteen years before.

Bill pulled his wallet out of his pocket and proudly displayed his newly
acquired license. Carlos studied the license and then, after handing it back
to Bill, sat in silence for several minutes; he appeared to be deep in
thought. Bill sat across from him, worried that the silence meant bad news.
Suddenly, Carlos gave him a big smile, stood up and shook his hand saying:

"I can't tell how happy I am that we met today. For the last couple of weeks
I've been wrestling with a logistics problem involving Gail and her weekly run
to our East coast distribution center. You see, our furniture is more popular
than ever before, especially on the East Coast. We have to decide relatively
soon, whether we should set up a second manufacturing plant on the East coast
or increase the number of shipments we make per year. You can imagine the
costs involved in setting up a new manufacturing facility. The executive
committee has given me the mandate to increase the number of shipments we make
per year. The problem is that in order to do that I would either have to hire
another owner-operator on a part-time basis, which would be almost impossible
to do, or have Gail take on a partner so they could share driving duties. I
couldn't ask Gail to ride alone with another guy, sleeping in the truck while
he drove. I know she is more than able to take care of herself, but that would
cause both her and her partner undue personal hardships. But ... if you were
her partner, that solves that problem."

"Now, we just have to work out the actual logistics of the run, within the DOT
rules. The rules are very specific. A driver cannot drive longer than 11
hours, after 10 consecutive hours off duty, and he/she must not drive after
the 14th hour after coming on duty; a driver may not drive more than 60 hours
on duty in 7 consecutive days or 70 hours in 8 consecutive days, and must be
off duty for at least 34 consecutive hours before a new 7 or 8 day period
starts. Finally drivers using the sleep berth provision must take at least 8
consecutive hours in the sleeping berth, plus 2 consecutive hours in either
the sleeping berth, off duty, or a combination of the two. Do you understand?"

Bill nodded slowly, "I understand the DOT limits the number of hours that a
driver can drive for safety purposes. But just how are we going to be able to
increase the number of runs to satisfy your needs."

Carlos stood and walked over to a large map that was mounted on the wall. He
explained that on the map he had laid out each of the distribution centers and
the routes between them and the factory. "This is Gail's route. It takes 36
hours of driving at the posted speed limit between us and the New Jersey
distribution center. That doesn't account for rest periods, meal breaks, or
traffic. In theory, using two drivers, the shortest amount of time that you
could make the trip is between 42 and 48 hours each way. That's really pushing
it and it's not much of a life for the two of you. Right now we are doing
approx-imately 26 round trips per year. What we are hoping for is to increase
that number by 50% or a total 39 round trips per year. If you guys ran 3 days
out, a one day layover, 3 days back with a two day break, you guys could even
take a week off during the year."

"Let me work out the details; I'll present them to management on Tuesday
morning and get back to you. Bill you just made my day."

Bill was a nervous wreck for the next couple of days. Gail was due home late
Tuesday evening and he really wanted this settled by then. Tuesday just before
noon, Carlos called informing him that management had approved his plan.

"Bill, I can offer you the same base wage that any other new driver would
make. It won't be as much as Gail makes because she's been with us for over
twenty years. I can sweeten that up a little because I won't have to provide
any health benefits and you're providing a solution to a real sticky situation
for us. Of course you won't be getting a tractor allowance; only Gail gets
that. When do you want to start?"

Bill hadn't thought about actually getting paid, he just wanted to be with
Gail.

"Carlos, thank you so much for the opportunity. Can I ask you for a favor? I
haven't actually told Gail about any of this; as far as she knows I'm still
working for my old company. Let me talk to her tonight and I'll call you
tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned I can start on her next run, Monday morning.
I'll talk to you soon."

After he hung up, Bill said out loud, "Now I just have to convince Gail."

Later that night, after he had made sure that there was cold beer in the
fridge and all his paperwork was in order, Bill sat in the living room waiting
for her to arrive. About 10:00 he heard the big diesel come down the street,
stop in front of the house and back in to the driveway next to the house.

"Showtime," Bill said as he went to the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of
beer.

When Gail came through the door carrying her gym bag full of clothes, she
broke into a big smile as Bill greeted her with a long, hot kiss and an
ice-cold beer.

"Now that's the way to welcome a person home. Did you miss me?"

"Sit down Gail, we have to talk."

"This sounds serious Bill. Is everything OK; you're not sick are you?"

"Gail, a lot of things have happened while you've been gone that I didn't want
to tell you over the phone. The first thing is that I quit my job."

For the next ten minutes he gave a detailed account of the events leading up
to his quitting and the results of his meeting with their lawyer.

When he was done Gail shouted, "Those slime balls! I knew they were rotten the
moment I met them; I should go up there and break some bones. Thank you for
sticking up for me, but what are you going to do now? Can we afford for you to
be out of work?"

Bill opened one of the folders that was on the table and showed her a detailed
listing of their assets, liabilities and their net worth.

"Gail, I still have most of the money my grandfather left me; we've basically
been living on the money that you bring home and we've even been able to put
some of that away in case we have to replace your Kenworth. I've been saving
my take home pay and I've already shown you what I'm getting from my
retirement plans at work. Financially, neither one of us has to work; but what
else would we do?"

Then Bill opened up the file that he had on his lap and presented her with his
newly acquired Commercial Motor Vehicle operator license.

"When did you get this? How, you've never driven my truck before?"

"I started school three months ago. I did it while you were away; I wanted to
surprise you. I want to get a job as a truck driver."

"That's wonderful Bill, but if you get a job like mine we'll never see each
other."

Bill took a deep breath, let it out, and said, "I spoke with Carlos this
morning; meet your new partner... if you'll have me."

It took a couple of seconds for everything that he had just said to sink in.
Then, with a squeal of joy, she jumped up, pulled him up off the couch into a
bone-crushing embrace. "Oh, my God, that's wonderful! We'll be together all
the time; it will be just like when my Dad and I drove together; well almost
anyway."

When he could finally convince her to put him down, he told her all about his
meeting with Carlos, the increased number of runs that they would have to do,
and the time schedule they'd have to keep.

"That won't be much of a problem, we'll have plenty of time to iron out the
logistics; the important thing is that we'll be together. I'm so excited, when
do you start?"

"Same as you, Monday morning."

Gail let out another squeal of joy. "I'm so excited I feel like a school girl
again. Come on let's skip the weight room tonight, I really need a shower!"

Chapter 4

The alarm went off at four-thirty Monday morning. For Bill it had been a long
time since he had been up and out of bed this early. By five, they had secured
the house and were on the road to the warehouse. They went into the office,
got their paperwork, and headed out to back out to the truck. They both headed
for the driver's side door. That's when Gail pulled rank.

"As the senior driver on this rig, I'll decide who takes the first shift. I'll
drive up to our first stop outside of Winslow; you can take the next shift.
Fair enough?"

They picked up their trailer, and headed out towards Route 17 North. Just
before they got on the Interstate, they pulled into an all-night truck stop.
Bill was more than glad to get out, top off both tanks, and pay with his new
company credit card. Then they were off; next stop Winslow.

All during this first leg of their trip, Bill couldn't help but feel
nostalgic, remembering back to the time he had stowed away in Gail's truck and
how, once he had been discovered, he had watched her drive, falling deeper in
love with each passing mile. As they passed that same stretch of highway, Gail
glanced over at him; a single tear slipped down her cheek. He rested his hand
on her thigh and said, "I know I was thinking the same thing."

They drove in silence, enjoying the scenery and each other's presence. They
had been driving almost three hours when Gail leaned over and picked up the CB
microphone and dialed in channel 10.

"Hey 'Short Stack' you got your ears on? This is 'Daddy's Little Girl'. I'm
about fifteen minutes out; put on a bacon-and-egg on a roll and my usual."

"You got it, 'Little Girl'. That all for you?"

"No, I've got my new partner with me."

"You got it; 10-4"

When she signed off, Bill started to laugh. "I can't believe you remembered
and that Short Stack is still cooking. Are any of the waitresses still there?"

"Only Maggie, that's Short Stack's wife. She should be on this morning and
I'll bet she still remembers you."

When they pulled into the parking lot, Gail cut the engine and they each
jumped down from the cab and headed towards the front door. Both were dressed
in western boots, denim jeans, and jackets; only Bill's were brand new. She
had her arm over his shoulder and he had his arm around her waist. Everything
was right with the world.

When they walked in Gail took the lead, with Bill standing behind her almost
out of sight. Maggie came out from around the counter to greet them. "Shorty
told me that you have a partner now, where is he I want to meet him?"

With that Bill stepped out from behind her and extended his hand. Maggie
looked at him for a few moments, then lifted her hand to her mouth as she
glanced first at Gail and then back to Bill and practically shouted, "Billy?
Billy's your partner? That's wonderful, I'm so happy for you both."

"Here, come and sit, I get you coffee. Wait until I tell Shorty."

It was Short Stack himself that brought out their order, while Maggie went to
get them their coffees.

"Billy it's good to finally meet you; what's it been sixteen years since that
first trip?"

Gail spoke up at that point, "Yes, it's been sixteen wonderful years since he
stowed-away into my life, and just to let you know on that run, Billy became
Bill just outside of St Louis," she added with a smile and a wink.

Over breakfast they laid out their plan for the rest of the day. Gail looked
at her watch. "It's 8:30 now; if we get on the road soon and don't hit any
traffic, we should get to our next stop in Albuquerque a little before one."

They paid their bill, leaving a generous tip and waved good-bye to Short Stack
and Maggie. As they approached the truck, Gail reached into her jacket pocket
and threw Bill the keys.

"It's your turn to drive; just be careful with my baby."

Bill was both excited and a little nervous as he unlocked the cab and climbed
up behind the wheel. That's when he glanced over as Gail climbed into the
passenger seat. She had taken off her jacket and was now dressed in her jeans
and a skin-tight white tee shirt, which did little to hide her braless breasts
and only served to accent her impressive chest and arms.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

"Bill, you've lived with me for over sixteen years. You've seen it all
before."

"I know, but dressed like that, here in the truck, you just look
irresistible."

She laughed and said, "Let's go; time is money."

As he had watched her do so many times before, he turned the key, pressed the
starter button and the Kenworth roared to life. Bill had to adjust the seat to
account for his shorter legs; he adjusted the driver's side mirror and pulled
out of the parking lot and back onto Interstate 40. He brought the big rig up
through the gears, and while not quite as smooth as Gail, they were soon
cruising down the Interstate."Not bad, not bad at all for a rookie," Gail
said with a wink and a smile. "My man's a truck driver."

Occasionally during the ride to Albuquerque, Bill could almost feel Gail
scrutinizing gaze as she appraised his ability to handle her truck.

Finally they reached the truck stop just outside of town. As they walked into
the building Bill turned to her and asked, "Did I meet your expectations?"

"Honey, you always meet and exceed my expectations."

They made a quick pit stop, had a bite to eat, and soon were on the road
again; next stop, Amarillo, Texas.

Bill continued to drive with Gail studying her maps planning their next couple
of stops. She didn't tell him that she was trying to work out the trip so they
could spend some quality time in Kirkwood, Mo. When she had it all worked out
she closed up the map, leaned over, pulled off her boots and drew back the
curtain and climbed into the sleeping berth. Bill could hear her moving around
behind him and then suddenly she leaned out and whispered into his ear.

"Don't wake me until we get to Oklahoma City. Don't forget to stop for dinner
in Amarillo; you'll need the break at that point. You're already going to be
over the daily limit by about a half an hour so be extra careful. Good night."

Bill turned his head just in time to see his nearly-naked wife retreat back
into the berth.

Bill made real good time and ended up just past Amarillo at 4:30. As
instructed, he pulled off the Interstate and stopped for dinner at a large
truck stop. He had a light dinner, a large coke, and a dish of chocolate ice
cream for dessert, made his almost mandatory pit stop, and headed quickly back
to the truck.

Before he started, he pulled back the curtain. In the ambient light of the
parking lot he could just make out Gail's form. She was sleeping on her side
facing away from him. The covers were half off of her body, exposing one of
her long legs and her entire back. It took every ounce of willpower he
possessed not to strip off all of his clothes and join her.

Reluctantly he let the curtain fall back to its usual position and pressed the
starter. Five minutes later he was on the road again, his next stop just
outside of Oklahoma City. If his luck held and the traffic remained light, he
would get there in about four hours.

It was already dark when he pulled into the rear parking lot of the truck
stop. He drove to the far end of the lot, away from the lights surrounding the
building and cut the engine. Before he could turn around, he heard the rear
compartment door slam shut. A few moments later the passenger side door opened
and Gail reached in and retrieved her boots.

"I'm going in to hit the bathroom and get some coffee. You'd better come in
and take a break. You're done for the night."

They walked into the building, arm in arm, getting the usual amount of
double-takes and stares from the customers and the staff. After a quick trip
to the bathrooms, Gail ordered herself two containers of coffee to go and
picked up a protein bar from a display at the counter.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to have any caffeine right now. It's
you're first time trying to get some sleep while I'm driving and you may have
some problems falling asleep." Gail said as they were leaving the building.

They climbed back into the truck, Gail behind the wheel, and were back on the
road. Soon they made the switch to Interstate 44 heading east and, as the
lights of the city slowly gave way to the darkness of the open road, they
settled in for the long night ahead. Gail switched on the CB radio and changed
to channel 19. Even the chatter on the CB was light at this time of night. She
knew from experience that it would pick up after midnight, when her fellow
long-distance haulers would use it to break up the boredom of the night.

They had been on the road about two hours when Bill decided that he had had
enough. He pulled off his boots, gave Gail a kiss on the cheek and crawled
into the back. Soon the quiet rumble of the engine, combined with the
vibrations of the truck, gently rocked him to sleep.

It wasn't the road noise, or the rumble of the engine, or even the vibrations
of the truck that woke Bill out of restful sleep. It was the lack of these
things that he became aware of. 'Why have we stopped?' he thought as he stuck
his head out of the curtain. The cab was empty and just as he was about to
panic, he looked to his right out the passenger window and spotted Gail
walking back towards him. Behind her he saw the large yellow neon sign sitting
on top of an old fifties style dinner. "Alice's Restaurant" flashed off and
on, a beacon in the night drawing several other truckers besides themselves
off the Interstate.

As she climbed back into the cab she said, "Hey what are you doing up?"

"I don't know, I think the quiet woke me up."

She laughed and said, "Sorry about that, but I needed to make a pit stop and
grab some breakfast. You'll get used to that after awhile. I know it took me a
while when I used to drive with my Dad."

"How's Alice?"

"She not there now; that's one of the benefits of being the owner. I talked
with the waitress. She said that Alice is still hanging in there, bigger than
ever, and shows no sign of slowing down anytime soon. I left her a note to
give to Alice sending our love, signed 'Little One and the Big Man'. Now you'd
better get back to sleep; we have another four hours before our next stop."

This time it was harder to fall asleep. Bill lay there in the bunk thinking
back to that trip across the country. He had been so young, a boy barely out
of high school and a virgin. All that had changed by the time they had
returned to Arizona. He had met the woman of his dreams, lost his innocence
and become a man. As he stared at the ceiling he remembered how they had made
love in the cramped confines of the berth. He could feel himself becoming
aroused at the thought and hoped that they could do so once again.

Gail was having similar thoughts as she guided the truck down the nearly empty
highway. She was reliving that run over sixteen years ago; how they had met,
and improbably, had fallen in love. She thought about the night that they had
lost their virginities together, and how Bill had turned her life completely
upside down. She had been a loner and had convinced herself that she would
always be on her own. A smile came to her face as she passed a sign indicating
100 miles to St Louis. That meant that Kirkwood, Missouri was a little more
than an hour away and that she had that amount of time to solidify her plans.

Around 5:30 AM Gail pulled the truck off the interstate and into the rear
parking lot of the Kirkwood Quality Inn. She cut the engine, waited a few
minutes and pulled back the curtain. 'I hope he's dreaming about me,' she
thought as she caught sight of his erection. Tempting as it would have been to
climb in the back with him, it would have spoiled her plans for the rest of
the day. She reached in and gently shook him. "Bill, time to get up."

Blurry eyed, Bill grabbed his jeans and his shirt, opened the side door and
climbed out into the parking lot. Sunrise was still about an hour away, so the
parking lot remained dark.

He walked around the truck and saw that they were in the rear lot of a chain
motel, but he had no clue where they were. Gail joined him at the front of the
truck carrying several of their rubber exercise bands. Handing him one she
said, "Here; you start your workout while I go in and book us a room."

"Where are we?"

"Never mind, just hook up and start your workout. I'll tell you when I get
back."

He shrugged his shoulders and attached his band to the front bumper and began
his workout as Gail disappeared around the side of the building.

Gail entered the deserted lobby, walked up to the desk and called out, "Is
anybody here?"

A young man, the night clerk, suddenly appeared from inside the breakfast room
and walked behind the desk. "I was just setting up the coffee for this
morning. Can I help you?"

"Yes I'd like a room for today. We'll be checking out early in the evening. Is
room 152 available? It's sort of a special occasion and that room has a
special meaning for us."

He gave her a questioning look and a smirk and entered a few keystrokes into
his computer. "Yes, that room is available now. I'll have to charge you for
the whole day, you know."

Handing him her credit card she said, "That's fine. We have to keep on
schedule; my truck is parked in the back. Oh, and can I have two keys?"

As she signed for the room, she made sure to give him a good view of her
flexed biceps and her expanded chest. He nodded slowly, handed her back her
card and the room keys; she smiled, turned and walked out the front door.

By the time Gail got back to the truck, Bill was well into his workout. Even
though the early morning air was rather cool, his body glistened with sweat as
he finished a set of curls. Now turning his back to the truck, he took a band
in each hand he began throwing punches, alternating between hands. Gail moved
directly in front of him, just out of his reach and stood there. To a casual
observer it would appear that Bill was assaulting the much larger woman in
front of him; Gail, however, was actually encouraging him. "That's it, come on
extend those arms, try to hit me." Finally, totally exhausted, he dropped the
bands.

"OK now it's my turn," Gail said with a chuckle as she stood in a fighter's
stance in front of him and feigned several lefts and rights to his unprotected
body. Bill flinched several times before he realized that she was only
kidding. Then he realized something else; he was getting aroused at the mere
thought of her punching and dominating him.

'Wow, I never realized that about myself. Maybe what they said about me is
true, maybe I am a submissive.'

"Bill ... Bill, here's the key to our room; why don't you go in, take a shower
and get comfortable. I'll be in as soon as I'm finished with my workout."

Gail watched as he headed for the room. She hooked up a second resistance band
and went though her workout routine. It had been several days since she had
worked her body hard, so after she completed her full routine she hooked up a
third band and worked her upper body to the point of exhaustion. She was
really feeling good when she packed the bands back into the storage
compartment, grabbed her gym bag and headed to the room. When she opened the
door, she found Bill naked, passed out on the bed; the TV, tuned to a local
news channel, provided the only illumination.

"Rest up, Bill; I think you're going to need it," she whispered and headed to
the bathroom. Gail emerged from the bathroom 30 minutes later, freshly
scrubbed, scented with her usual perfume and completely naked. She muted the
TV and approached the bed. Bill was still asleep, his breathing slow and
shallow. She stood at the foot of the bed and appraised his body. With her
guidance he had been able to add about fifteen pounds of muscle on to his
previously skinny frame. His stomach was tight and his legs well defined; all
in all a very desirable package. Gail watched in amazement as his cock, which
had been flaccid when she first came out of the bathroom, began to expand and
lengthen, pulsating with the beat of his heart. Looking up at his face and
noting no change in his breathing, she was sure that he was still asleep. 'All
it takes is the aroma of a little perfume and he's ready to go.'

She crawled onto the bed and settled between his outstretched legs. Taking the
object of her desire into her hand, she slowly began to stroke her hand up and
down. Soon she had him totally erect. Gail took the head into her mouth and
slowly circled her tongue around its large, spongy head. She knew he loved it
when she did this and would normally have brought him to a thunderous climax.
But now she wanted him inside of her; so she released him and crawled up over
his legs until she was straddling his hips. When she was in position, she
placed his erection at her entrance and as gently as possible eased down until
she had his entire length buried within her. She would never get tired of the
feeling of being totally stuffed by his glorious cock. Playfully she began to
rhythmically contract her internal muscles, sending waves of pleasure to his
subconscious.

One minute he was in a field with his beautiful sexy wife as they made love,
and then suddenly his conscious mind took control, his eyes shot open and
there she was, smiling down at him; only the field had been replaced by a
motel room.

"Well, look who decided to join me. I was afraid you were going to miss the
whole thing," she said with a smile. Then she began to lift off of him until
he almost fell out of her. She quickly reversed directions facing his feet,
and once again totally engulfed him. Gail increased the pace, faster and
faster until she could feel her orgasm approaching. At the same moment, Bill
reached his point of no return and groaned, "Oh god, I'm cumming."

As he sent spurt after spurt into her, Gail stiffened and her orgasm surged
through her body. They seemed to be suspended in time, each experiencing the
joy of the moment. Then they collapsed onto the bed, and held each other in a
tight embrace as they recovered from the "little death".

"You can wake me up like that anytime," he said. "Sorry I fell asleep, but you
did say for me to get comfortable."

"You're forgiven for now, provided that was only round one."

Bill began to rub her back, and caress every part of her body that was within
reach. "I'll do my best," he whispered, "but you know, I'm not as young as I
used to be."

"Speaking of being young, do you know where we are?'

He looked at her with a questioning expression on his face.

"Men, you're all the same. We're in Kirkwood, Missouri, and this is room 152
of the Quality Inn." When he still didn't show any signs of recognition, she
gave his ass a playful slap that sounded a lot harder than it felt and said.
"This is where we made love for the first time."

"Ah. Now that, I remember."

After a few minutes, he broke the silence, gently pushed her onto her back
saying, "If I remember correctly, we were dressed exactly as we are now. I
began to kiss you like this." He held her face in his hands and kissed her
lightly on the lips.

"Then I moved down to nibble your neck like this. Then I paid homage to your
breasts like this," taking first one nipple and then the other between his
lips and flicking each with his tongue.

"And then I moved further down your body like this." He slid down her body
until he was between her legs and spreading her open, and began to run his
tongue up and down her already soaked pussy, taking in the aroma and taste of
their combined love juices. He then focused his assault onto her clit, already
sensitive from her first climax, latching onto it as he whipped his tongue
back and forth over the tip until her hips flew off the bed and he felt a pair
of strong hands grab hold of the back of his head. They stayed that way for a
few moments and then her hands released his head and her body dropped back to
the mattress. He looked at her face; her eyes were closed and her breathing
began to return to normal.

"And then, after you so wonderfully reciprocated my oral attention, I did
this," he said as he placed his cock between her lips and firmly but gently
inserted himself until he had nothing left to give her. With ever increasing
urgency, he moved in and out of her, his mouth seeking out first one nipple
and then the other until he couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged deeply
into her one last time, shuddered, and exploded as he felt her pulsating pussy
milking him dry.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head, smiled, kissed her and said, "That's
what I remember." He whispered, "I love you" and closing his eyes, put his
head on her chest, and fell asleep.

After she recovered, Gail lay quietly thinking, as Bill slept peacefully on
her body. 'What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful man,' and then she
too fell asleep.

Gail's eyes sprang open; the room seemed to be much brighter than before.
'What time is it,' she thought as she lifted her head just enough to see the
clock on the night stand. At some point while she was asleep, Bill must have
rolled off of her because now he was lying on his side next to her. It was
already three o'clock in the afternoon.

'We should be getting up soon,' she thought. She lay there running through the
rest of their trip in her mind. 'This was probably a mistake from a logistics
standpoint. Now we are both well rested and will both be up for quite a while.
From now on we have to spend as much time on the road as possible; alternating
ten hour shifts between driving and sleeping, just like Daddy and I used to
do. We'll have to keep play time down to a minimum.' "But it sure was good,"
she murmured.

"What was good," Bill said, opening his eyes and giving her a big smile.

"You were," she said returning his smile. "Come on, we have to get up. We can
shower together, go next door to the Arby's and get a bite to eat, and then we
have to get on the road again."

It took them over an hour to shower because of a spontaneous sexual activity
that occurred when Gail bent over to wash her legs with Bill standing behind
her. Neither one complained. They dressed, walked over to the Arby's, where
they each satisfied their hunger with a couple of roast beef sandwiches, fries
and a chocolate shake. When they were finished, they walked back to their
room, which reeked with the smell of sex. Gale took the keys back to the front
desk, while Bill took their belongings out to the truck, stored their gear and
climbed up behind the wheel and started the engine. A couple of minutes later
Gail climbed into the cab next to him and they pulled out of the parking lot,
drove back to the entrance ramp, and headed East on Interstate 44.

They crossed the Mississippi River at St Louis, and then switched to
Interstate 70 Eastbound heading towards Indianapolis, Indiana. They pulled
into the truck stop just before Indianapolis and filled the fuel tanks. Over a
light meal of grilled chicken sandwiches and a Coke for Bill, and a decaf for
Gail, they planned out the rest of their run. Soon they were back on the road
again.

As they pulled into Zanesville, Gail checked her watch; it was a little before
1:00 AM Arizona time, or 3:00 AM local time. They made their required rest
stop. When they returned to the truck, Gail opened the door to the sleeper,
climbed up and, sitting with her legs outside the berth, removed first her
boots and then her jeans. She made a big production out of taking off her
shirt; and then turned to crawl into the berth. Just before Bill closed the
door behind her, she looked over her shoulder wagged her nearly naked ass from
side to side and said, "Drive safely; wake me when we get to Somerset."

Bill laughed, slammed the door shut and returned to the driver's seat; his
jeans felt just a little tighter as he started the truck and headed back to
the Interstate. For the next two and a half hours he planned just how he was
going to wake her. It was 5:45 AM when he pulled off the Interstate, now
called the Pennsylvania Turnpike, made a sharp right hand turn and headed down
Jim's Road, past the Hampton Inn, past the trucking company lot, turned the
truck around and parked at the end of the road. He shut down the engine and,
after his ears adjusted to the quiet, he could hear Gail's rhythmic breathing
as she slept soundly in the back. As quietly as possible, he removed his
boots, stripped off his clothes and carefully climbed into the berth. With
some effort, he was able to maneuver himself until he was kneeling next to
her. Carefully he pulled off the thin blanket that covered her lower body and
eased her panties down past her knees and over her feet. In the dim cabin
light he could barely see the features of her sculpted body. Her breathing was
still slow and steady as he nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. He
never got tired of admiring Gail's magnificent body. He began to plant light
kisses on her lips, stopping only when he felt her body twitch. He resumed his
delicate assault on her body. This time, using his tongue, he parted her lips
and slowly invaded her. He could smell her arousal, taste her juices, and
could feel the tiny quivers her body was making. His cock was rock hard at
this point. Oral sex on his sleeping wife never failed to excite him.

'Do I continue to pleasure her orally, which in the past had been known to be
risky, or do I wake her up with a slow fuck.' Deciding on the later, he
shifted his position until he could bring his rigid cock to her entrance. Ever
so slowly his head slowly parted her lips. With a little more pressure he soon
succeeded in burying his entire length. He could feel the moist heat; the
movement of her inner muscles as if trying to repel the invader. Bill
supported his upper body with his arms so that the only stimulation she would
feel was the contact between her pussy and his cock. He began moving in and
out of her, in time with the movements of her chest as she continued to sleep.
'I wish I could sleep that soundly,' he thought, as began to increase the
tempo of his movements. Suddenly, he felt her legs tense around his own, her
powerful arms clasped over his back, and her eyes opened wide as her orgasm
raced through her body.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhh."

She held him tightly to her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.
When she finally calmed down enough to regain her control, she smiled up at
him and said, "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack."

Bill returned her smile. "What did you expect me to do after that little
display when we were leaving Zanesville? I had to drive all the way here with
the picture of your beautiful ass etched in my mind. It was all I could do to
keep the truck on the road." He bent over her and kissed her, and then resumed
his movements. "Ready for round two?"

Gail waited a few minutes before she decided to answer; then she moved one of
her long arms down his back, pulled him tightly to her, and spun, turning them
both over. "You must be tired after driving all night, let me drive for a
while."

Slowly at first, she began to ride him, grinding her body down onto his,
giving herself more pleasure than she was giving him. "You want to cum, don't
you?" she said to him as he strained to lift his hips off the mattress. "Not
yet my love; you started this, now I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to
cum."

Taking his hands in hers, she placed them on her breasts. He squeezed and
twisted her nipples as he knew she loved and soon she could feel her climax
beginning to build. Leaning over him she offered him her breasts to suck,
first one then the other. "Bite them, I'm so close."

She began to move her hips up and down, allowing his over-stimulated cock to
nearly escape and then recapturing it once again. Her movements became faster
and faster, until she felt the first spurts of cum. She slammed herself down
again, as a second, more powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. When Gail finally
recovered she looked down at him, Bill's eyes were closed, and his breathing
was returning to normal.

"I love you so much," she whispered, "I'm sorry I guess I got a little carried
away. I just love to dominate you every once in a while. I didn't hurt you did
I?" All the time she was planting little kisses on his eyes, his nose and
finally his lips.

"You don't hear me complaining do you?" he said smiling up at her, his hands
roaming over her soft skin, feeling and caressing the mighty muscles just
below the surface. "I think I like that most of all."

"We'd better clean up, we still have a long ride ahead of us," she said as she
reluctantly pulled off of his slowly softening cock. Kneeling by his side,
Gail took it deep into her mouth for several long moments. "We taste good,"
she said as she savored the taste of their combined juices.

"Let's see," Bill replied as he lifted her leg, slid it sideways, and guided
her over to his waiting tongue. "Oh, God Bill, don't start me up again. I'm
not sure I can control myself." Heeding her warning, he gave her several long
slow licks; lapping up the moisture that leaked from her until he was
satisfied that he had her clean. "You're right, we do taste good."

Gail opened the compartment door and climbed down from the rig. "Bill, hand me
my clothes please." Teasingly he replied, "Why should I?" as he reached up
into the storage compartment to retrieve her clothes.

"Well, I'm standing out here naked and if I don't get some clothes on real
soon, the truckers from the other side of the parking lot are going to be
coming over here looking for sloppy seconds," she replied as Bill handed her
clothes out to her. Bill reached into the cab, grabbed his things and joined
her. They were just getting their jeans on when they heard the ear-splitting
sound of two air horns saluting them.

Bill and Gail waved, acknowledging their presence, and sat on the fuel tank
pulling on their boots. Gail walked around to the driver's side, climbed in,
and started the engine, while Bill climbed into the cab. As they eased down
the road, they passed the two truckers, Gail couldn't help laughing as she
heard the two truckers call out on their CB's: "Darlin', if you have ears on,
why don't you come back here and we can have us a real party." "Yeah, just
leave the little guy locked in the truck."

Gail couldn't resist replying. "That little guy just wore me out; I'll be
walking bow-legged for the next couple days. Daddy's Little Girl signing off."
She gave them two blasts of her horn and drove back to the Turnpike entrance.
Soon they were on the road heading east, stopping for breakfast at the Denny's
in Bedford about forty minutes away. They each enjoyed an order of steak and
eggs; for Gail it was breakfast, for Bill it was a late supper. Bill decided
that he would ride up front with her for the rest of the trip. He could sleep
later after they dropped the trailer and got a room for the night.

With Gail behind the wheel for the final leg of their trip, they pulled back
onto the Turnpike.

Construction delays slowed their progress so they didn't get to the
distribution center until 12:30. Gail backed into an open loading bay, dropped
the trailer, and parked the truck near the office. She glance at her watch as
they headed into the office together; 'not bad,' she thought, 'we traveled a
little less than 2,400 miles in a little over forty nine hours.'

She turned in their paperwork and picked up their new paperwork. Their load
would be ready the following afternoon at two o'clock. They were officially
off duty until then. With the thought of a comfortable bed less than an hour
away, they climbed back into the cab, and headed out to the Courtyard Motel.
The day manager was pleased to see Gail again, this being her usual layover
spot. She booked the room for the night, introduced Bill, who got the usual
once over from the manager, and then they retrieved their things from the cab
and headed for their room.

Bill hadn't realized how tired he was until he stripped off his clothes and
crawled into bed while Gail went in to take a shower. Within a few minutes he
was sound asleep. Gail laughed when she came out of the bathroom and found him
asleep. She set the alarm for 8:00 PM and crawled into bed, holding him
against her naked body. She sighed with contentment and soon joined him in a
peaceful sleep.

When the alarm went off, they both reached in the general direction of the
sound Gail finally hitting the snooze button. It took two more alarms before
they were awake.

"Why do we have to get up now?" Bill moaned as he tried to turn over yet
again.

"Because if we don't get up now we won't be able to get anything to eat until
morning, and I know you can't make it that long without food."

He looked at her with a mischievous smile and said, "Well, in that case, I'll
just have to eat you, won't I?"

"Hold that thought for later," she laughed in reply, "Get in the shower and
then get dressed; the kitchen closes at ten."

Although it was not a five star restaurant, the bistro offered a decent
selection for dinner. They were the last guests to leave the dining room for
the night. With nowhere else to go, they returned to their room, turned on the
TV and settled in for the night. The next morning Gail drove the cab to the
warehouse, backed the tractor under their trailer for the return run. Bill
hooked up the brake lines and did a complete safety check on the truck, while
Gail went inside and talked with the dispatcher. Since their trailer had
already been loaded, they were given the OK to leave, Gail taking the first
shift behind the wheel.

The return trip was uneventful. They completed the run in a little over
forty-two hours; primarily by using alternating shifts during the first
twenty-four hours, shortening their meal breaks to a half an hour each, and
confining their play time to the back of the truck.

It was still dark when they pulled into the receiving dock at a little after
4:00 AM. They dropped their trailer, signed their paperwork and dropped it
into the night drop slot. When they arrive at home, they fell into their usual
routine, checked the mail, adjusted the air conditioning, played back messages
on their answering machine, and finally, after a strenuous workout in the
weight room, they took a very sensual shower together and retired to the
comfort of their own bed for the next several hours. It became their standard
routine after each return trip. They had two full days off and they had to get
all of their "normal" living requirements done before they went back on the
road again.

Chapter 5

Over the next nine months Gail and Bill completed twenty-nine round trips. The
Valley was in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record. They both
felt that they needed a vacation and were beginning to form their plans when
Carlos asked to speak to them after they returned from their latest trip.

"Gail, Bill, management couldn't be more pleased with your job performance.
You've done everything we asked of you and more. Now we're asking you to take
on a very important assignment. In the last several months, the company has
launched a new line of furniture, targeting the elder care industry. The
furniture is low cost, functional, and practically indestructible. We have
received a lot of inquiries about it and have sent samples to several large
furniture dealerships. We received our first major order last month. The first
shipment will be ready in three days. The logistics, however, is nothing like
we have ever done before. They require that the first trailer be delivered to
the job site no later than Friday at 8:00 AM. The trailer will be met by a
team of installers who will unload the trailer, assemble the furniture and
install it as required. The next trailer must be delivered by Monday evening
at 6:00 PM."

"Carlos, that means we'll have to run day and night with very little down
time, drop our trailer; pickup a return load, run day and night again and
finally make our second run in less than seven days. That leaves us no time
for the unexpected."

"I understand. We had no control over the timetable for this job; going
forward we will. You're going to be pushing the safety boundaries to the limit
and normally I would never ask you to do anything like this, but I'm stuck
between a rock and a hard place. Management wants to make a good impression
because this could be the first of many future orders. Your trailer will be
ready Wednesday morning at 5:00. Drive safely and good luck."

Gail and Bill looked at each other, stood and left for home. They had a little
over three days to take care of any personal business before they left. They
started out their day the way they always did: house chores, a strenuous
workout and a shower together. For the next two days they rested, planned out
their trip and prepared the house for their extended leave.

Early Wednesday morning they arrived at the warehouse. While Bill connected to
the trailer, Gail went into the office. Even though it was before 5:00 AM,
Carlos was there to meet them. They reviewed the paperwork and the directions
to the job site, which was not far from the NJ Turnpike, a few miles off Exit
9 in South River.

"Gail, you guys do this job well and there will be a bonus and an extended
vacation for you both. Vaya Con Dios"

Bill had the trailer hooked up and was waiting patiently in the passenger seat
when Gail left the building. As she settled in behind the wheel, she looked
over at him and said, "Well Partner, you ready to do this?" Not waiting for a
reply to her rhetorical question she put the truck into gear, and headed out
of the yard.

They drove in alternating eight-hour shifts, stopping only for meals and fuel.
In the first 24 hours, they had traveled over 1,600 miles and as they pulled
off the Interstate just outside of Terre Haute, Indiana, the sun was just
clearing the horizon. Gail pulled into the parking lot of the truck stop,
turned off the engine and reached back into the berth. "Come on, rise and
shine sleeping beauty, it's time for breakfast."

She laughed when she heard the low moan coming from the back and after making
sure he was up, she climbed down from the cab and walked around to the other
side. Gail opened the door just in time to see Bill on his back, with his legs
up in the air struggling to pull on his jeans. "Isn't that a sight for sore
eyes," she said with a hearty laugh; "put your boots on and lets go; we still
have over eight hundred miles to go."

They walked arm in arm into the building, stopping to make a pit stop before
continuing into the diner for a well-deserved rest and a good meal. Over her
usual breakfast of steak and eggs, Gail planned out the remainder of the trip.
"We made great time so far, better than I had anticipated. We won't be able to
do as well for the remainder of the run because of lower speed limits and
increased traffic. I figure it will take us about twelve hours of driving to
get to South River, NJ. It's nearly seven o'clock now local time. We will lose
an hour when we hit the Eastern Time zone so I figure we should make the job
site by ten o'clock tonight allowing for longer breaks for meals"

"Too bad we can't just drop the trailer and leave," Bill added.

"We can't do that; we have to get a sign-off by the installer's foreman before
we can leave the trailer. But look at it this way, once we get to the job site
we have nothing to do until the following morning."

They lingered a while longer over breakfast and then headed back to the truck.
Gail climbed into the sleeper and Bill took his shift behind the wheel. After
about four hours of driving, as they approached Columbus, Ohio, Bill had to
answer nature's call. Figuring that this was a good stopping point, he exited
the Interstate and pulled around the back of a local diner. Since it was not
her turn to drive, he didn't bother to wake Gail; he just left the engine
running to keep the cab cool, locked the doors and ran inside. He placed an
order to go and went to the men's room. A few minutes later he picked up his
burger, fries and a coke and headed back to the truck.

As he came around the front of the truck he spotted two guys on the side of
the truck. One was standing on the side tank peering into the window; the
other was standing on the ground, with what appeared to be a pry bar in his
hand.

"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?" he yelled as he dropped his
food and charged the two men. He thought that his yelling and being caught in
the act of trying to steal his truck would be enough to scare the two off.
Instead, however the one guy jumped down from the cab, while the other circled
around him. They were both about the same size as Bill, but there were two of
them and one had a weapon.

"Give me the keys," one of the men shouted as the other shoved him against the
truck.

"Go to hell!" Bill shouted in reply, hoping that someone would hear the
commotion and intervene.

The guy with the pry bar raised it over his head and tried to hit Bill, who
was able to deflect the blow, the bar hitting the side of the cab with a load
clang. Bill was able to land a solid punch to the face of his attacker,
knocking him to the ground, momentarily stunning him. Bill maneuvered himself
away from the side of the truck, took up a defensive posture with his back
towards the rear of the truck. His two assailants stood between him and the
front of the cab. With the engine still running, they never heard the berth
door open and close and the approaching footsteps. Bill was never so happy to
see his muscular wife turn the corner around the front of the cab, and sneak
up behind the two men. Before either could react to her presence, she grabbed
the shoulder of the one with the pry bar, spun him around and landed a
powerful punch, which knocked him back against the truck. Before he could come
to the aide of his accomplice, Bill landed a solid punch of his own, this time
the guy stayed down.

"What do we do now?"

They never got the chance to decide. Suddenly a police car with lights
flashing entered the parking lot, followed shortly by a second car. Apparently
someone from the diner had seen the fight and had called the police. Two cops,
their guns drawn approached the truck.

"Hands against the truck, you two," one of the officers shouted.

"They tried to hijack our truck," Bill responded as he stood his hands against
the truck next to Gail. Gail spoke calmly to the officers, "Our ID's are in
our wallets and the registration is in the truck." The officers from the
second car put cuffs on the two guys on the ground and hauled them to their
feet. "OK, mister; with two fingers, slowly pull your wallet out of your
pocket. Keep your other hand on the truck," obviously worried about the size
of Gail's muscular back and arms. "Don't worry Tom, I've got him covered."

Gail pulled her wallet out of her pocket and handed it backwards to Officer
Tom, who flipped it open and studied the AZ CMV license. "That's my husband,
Bill; they tried to jump him to get the truck."

"It's OK Dave; I think they're telling the truth. Sorry ma'am, I've never
encountered any woman as muscular as you. I guess they picked on the wrong
truckers."

The two would-be hijackers were placed in a squad car and taken away. Gail and
Bill were taken one at a time into the back of Tom and Dave's car and asked to
give a statement. Satisfied that they're stories were pretty much the same.
Gail and Bill were freed to go.

Bill said to her, "Is it okay if you drive, I'm pretty shook up at the
moment."

Gail climbed up into the rig, which she had been allowed to turn off before;
waited for Bill to get settled into the passenger seat, and started the
engine. From her vantage point above the squad car she could see Tom looking
out his window at her. With a short blast of the horn, she looked his way,
smiled and gave him a single arm flex; her bicep bulging to the size of a
small grapefruit.

"What was that all about?" Bill asked.

"Just showing a little appreciation to one of Ohio's finest."

She pulled the big rig out of the parking lot and back on to the Interstate. A
few minutes later, they were heading east once again. Now in a playful mood,
knowing that the police often monitor channel 19; she grabbed the mic from its
holder, "Officers Tom and Dave, if you have your ears on this is Daddy's
Little Girl sending out a well deserved thank you for all your help."

After about a half an hour riding in silence, Bill said to Gail: "I can't tell
you how happy I was to see you come around the front of the truck. I thought I
was dead for sure." He sat up, gave her a kiss on the cheek, his hand resting
on her bicep just a little longer than necessary.

"Well, that cost us a couple of hours. Now we won't get in until eleven."

They traveled the next four hours, listening to the chatter on the CB, and
with Gail doing most of the talking. As they pulled off the Interstate in
Bedford, Pa, Gail headed for the Denny's. She pulled into the Denny's lot and
shut down the engine. Bill was already out of the truck and waiting for her to
join him. Gail knew there was something bothering him and was pretty sure she
knew what it was. Gail asked for a booth in the back so they could have a
little privacy. After they had placed their order she asked, "Are you going to
tell me what's wrong, or do I have to guess?"

After several moments he looked up at her, his eyes were wet, filling up with
tears. "Gail, I was so scared back there. What if you hadn't been there? Worse
still, what if you didn't wake up when you did? You would have been in real
danger and I would have been to blame. You could have been hurt, raped or
killed and I did nothing. You must think I'm such a wimp; why do you stay with
me?"

She reached across the table and taking his wrists in her hands she
practically dragged him across the table. "Don't you ever let me hear you talk
like that again. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am
never going to let you go. Do you hear me? Never. What did you think you were
going to do back there, anyway? It was two against one and one of them had a
weapon. When I came around the corner it looked to me that you were holding
your own against them, I just evened the odds a little. One on one you held up
your end just fine. I want you to stop beating yourself up over this. Let's
face it; I'm always going to be bigger and stronger than you. It's in my
genes. You've come a long way from that skinny teenager I found in my rig all
those years ago, and I'm very, very proud of you. But unless you start working
out on that heavy bag I installed a couple of years ago and take some serious
martial arts training, you're not going to be a kick-ass fighter. That's not
who you are. Please, please don't try to be something you're not. I love you
as the kind, caring, and loving man that you are; who complements my being
rather than competes with me."

Their conversation was interrupted when their waitress arrived with their
dinners. They ate their meals in silence; it was apparent to Gail that
something was still bothering him. When the check came, she let him pay and as
they exited the building she said, "I think it's your turn to drive."

Half way to South River, Bill asked, "When do you work out on the heavy bag? I
don't remember ever seeing you do it before."

"I started a couple of years ago. I wanted to work on my stamina, and because
I really dislike running on the treadmill, I developed a routine for myself
which I do when we are home."

"When? I never see you do it."

"I do it early in the morning, either when you are still sleeping or when you
had already left for work."

"I don't understand, why would you hide that from me?"

"I wasn't really trying to hide it from you as much as I was trying to protect
you from precisely what you were feeling before. Bill, when I work out on the
bag it's pretty intense; the raw animalistic feelings within me come out and
it's very, very violent. That's not how I wanted you to think of me."

Gail could almost see the images that were flashing through his mind as they
approached the Norristown exit just prior to heading into New Jersey. She
could also see the lump that was forming down the inside of his thigh. 'Oh
dear; I hope I haven't just opened Pandora's box.'

They reached their exit off the NJ Turnpike at about 10:30 PM. They traveled
South on Route 18 for about five miles, stopped a local bar to get a
celebratory beer and to use the bathrooms and then, before they could get into
any trouble, they drove the remaining couple of miles to the job site.

Gail pulled the truck into the back of the parking lot, figuring that when the
installation crew arrived they would tell her where to drop the trailer.
Looking at her watch and then at Bill she announced, "We made it with plenty
of time to spare; only two more runs to go. We'd better get some rest while we
can."

Bill looked into her eyes and saw the playfulness that was hiding within. Gail
looked into his eyes and saw nothing but lust. They took off their boots and
stripped off their clothes as fast as they could. Then, not wishing to waste
any more time, they both scrambled back into the sleeping berth. Gail opened
the air vents and pulled back the curtain, figuring that they would be getting
up at first light.

There was little need for foreplay. Gail didn't know if it was their lack of
intimacy for the last four days, their close encounter back in Ohio or Bill's
sudden awareness of her secret stamina workout, but there was no satisfying
his lust for her. She lay back as he crawled up between her outstretched legs
and buried his cock deep within her already sopping-wet pussy. She lost count
of the number of orgasms she experienced that night; all she knew was that she
had been fucked, long and hard, until her lover could no longer respond. They
passed out in each other's arms, completely sated.

Gail's eyes flew open. The sound of birds chirping filled the air and the
light from the early morning sun bathed the interior of the sleeper in a warm
glow. It was a little after seven and the crew was not due until eight.

"Bill, come on wake up; it's almost time to go to work." He opened his eyes
and looked sheepishly down at her. "I'm sorry Gail, I don't know what came
over me last night. All I could think about was you hitting that guy, and then
I kept picturing you punching that bag; I've never been so turned on in all my
life."

"Don't be sorry; that was the most incredible night of pure animalistic sex
we've ever had." She smiled down at her lover. "I just hope I can walk."

They found their clothes, dressed and headed towards the building. Several
pickup trucks had already pulled into the lot. Gail and Bill walked towards
the main door of the building, just as two men came out. One was giving orders
to the other.

"When our truck arrives with our equipment, I want you to lay a path of
masonite from the curb to the elevator. We'll bring the furniture in as is and
stage it on each floor where we'll put it together and do the installation
room by room."

"OK, Larry; you got it."

Bill and Gail walked up to him and Gail asked, "Are you the foreman?"

"That's me, Honey. What can I do for you?" he asked, giving her a long slow
inspection from her toes to the tip of her head and back down again.

"Where do you want my trailer?"

"Right here, curb side, pointing that way."

"You got it. I'll be right back."

She turned and walked back toward the truck; her broad shoulders were in stark
contrast to the gentle roll of her fine ass packed tightly into her well-worn
jeans. When she was out of earshot he turned to Bill and commented, "That, my
friend, is one well put-together woman. And look at the muscles on that broad.
Wow."

"I know; that's one of the reasons why I married her."

"Oh, sorry; I meant no disrespect. I just wish I could find a woman like
that." From across the lot they heard the diesel start up and soon Gail had
the trailer right where Larry had asked her to place it.

Gail brought up her clipboard with the paperwork to be signed while Bill
scurried over the back of the tractor disconnecting the air lines and dropping
down the front wheels, which would be used to jack the trailer off the
tractor.

Larry and Gail walked to the back of the trailer. While Larry studied her
body, noting the size of her shoulders and arms, Gail cut the seal from the
factory and opened the rear door.

"As you can see, the factory seal was unbroken and the entire truck is filled
just as it was when we left the factory. If you will just sign here, I can
drop the trailer and we can get on our way. I was given instructions to let
you use the trailer for the packing materials. We'll be back Monday evening
with the next trailer load and we'll swap trailers."

As he signed the paperwork, Larry looked up and asked her, "You obviously work
out a lot. What's your personal best on the bench?"

"Mine is 255. From the looks of you, I can tell that it's been a while since
you've done any serious lifting; what's yours."

"You're right; my best was in college, 235. But that was when I was in much
better shape and before I tore up my shoulder."

"Too bad, you look like you had real potential. Try to lay off the beer," she
said with a chuckle, giving his belly a backhanded slap.

"Are there any more at home like you?" he asked.

"No, I'm afraid they broke the mold after they made me, sorry."

"Well, your husband's a very lucky guy," he said extending his hand to her.

"No, I'm the lucky one."

And with that Gail turned, made sure that Bill had jacked the trailer off the
hitch and as she climbed into the rig, waved and said, "See you Monday
evening."

They drove back to the distribution center, picked up their loaded trailer,
and were back on the road headed home by 8:30. Once again, they would be
driving in alternating shifts of eight hours, stopping only for short
intervals for meals and fuel. Gail took the first shift. Through Ohio,
Indiana, and Illinois they traveled. Traffic had thinned out to the point
where there wasn't another vehicle in sight for long stretches of road. When
Gail spotted a sign indicating that they were thirty miles from Waynesville,
Mo she said to Bill:

"You know it's getting pretty gamey in here. I don't know about you but I
could really use a shower and a break. I know just the place."

Bill's imagination had already started forming a picture of them together
under a hot shower, when Gail brought him back to reality. "Get off at the
next exit and turn right; at the top of the hill turn into the driveway for
Big Jake's Truck Stop."

Ten minutes later Bill did as instructed. When he spotted the old, two story
wood-framed building, he was more than a little disappointed; this was not
what he had envisioned. He had thought they were going to get a room at some
chain motel for a couple of hours. This was a dump as far as he was concerned.
He pulled the truck around the back to one of the two fuel pumps, got out and
filled the tanks. When he was done, Gail showed him where to park the truck.
They shut down, grabbed their overnight bags and headed inside.

Looking around, Bill could see that the place was practically deserted. There
were rows of shelving, displaying all sorts of cheap touristy items and odds
and ends, open boxes of candy bars and prepackaged cakes and cookies, and
along one wall several well worn booths. 'This place is worse than I thought.'
He was about to take Gail's hand and get out, when he heard a deep voice
bellow out, "Gail, long time no see; how are you? It must be at least a couple
of years since you've graced my fine establishment with your presence. And
this must be that husband of yours."

"Bill, this is Big Jake." Bill looked up into the face of a giant; he had to
be at least seven feet tall, had a full beard and wore a red flannel shirt,
denim overalls and work boots. 'All he needs is an ax and an ox,' thought Bill
picturing the images of Paul Bunyan he remembered from his childhood.

"Jake, how are you?" Gail replied. Handing him her credit card she continued,
"we're on a really tight schedule; we just filled up, ring up a couple of
showers," and after checking her watch, "and a wakeup call for 4:00 AM."

"You got it." Reaching under the counter he pulled out two towels and two
washcloths, and two keys on elastic bands and handed them to her.

"Thanks Jake." Gail led the way to the back of the room, to a short hallway.
'At least we'll get to shower together' Bill thought to himself. That is until
he spotted the large signs that were hanging on the wall, "These are not co-ed
showers, violators will be put on public display!" Gail could read him like a
book. She laughed, handed him a towel and washcloth and a key and said.
"Sorry, your shower is that way," pointing to the room on the right. "See you
in a half an hour."

The room was a pleasant surprise. Completely tiled in large white squares,
there was a row of lockers on one side, four semi-private showers on the other
with drains in each, plus a long drain that ran up the center of the room.
Everything was spotless. Bill stripped out of his clothes, and finding his
numbered locker, placed everything inside, locked up and spent the next twenty
minutes under a totally invigorating hot shower. Feeling much better, he put
on a clean set of clothes, deposited his wet things in the laundry barrel and
went back to the main room and waited for Gail to arrive. Five minutes later,
Gail emerged from the shower room, dressed in a clean set of jeans and a tee
shirt.

Gail signed the receipt, thanked Jake, reminding him of their wake up call
and, with her arm over his shoulder, led Bill out of the building. When they
got to the truck, instead of climbing into the cab, Gail unlocked the sleeper
and climbed in, shedding her clothing and boots as she did. Gail turned around
and sticking her head outside said, "Well, what are you waiting for, an
engraved invitation? We have less than four hours." Bill scrambled up into the
sleeper and soon they were making love until completely sated. They fell into
a peaceful sleep, Bill on top, still nested within her.

Bang. Bang. Bang. "Hey you two, its 4:00 o'clock. Next time get a room."

Bill's eyes flew open and without thinking he tried to sit up, banging his
head on the storage compart-ment above him. Gail subconsciously was expecting
Big Jake's wakeup call and so was not as shocked as Bill.

"That's just Jake's wakeup call," she said, smiling up at Bill, who still
didn't appear to be totally awake. "I'll drive; you can stay back here and get
some sleep; I'll wake you when we get to Tulsa. That is if I can just find my
clothes and boots." Opening up the door, she looked out, saw that the parking
lot was empty and stepped out into the cool early morning air. Gail dressed
and climbed into the driver's seat and soon they were bidding farewell to "Big
Jake's."

Four hours later Gail pulled off the Interstate and, after waking Bill, they
stopped for a hearty breakfast. "I can't believe how hungry I am," Bill said
digging into his trucker's special - steak, 3 eggs and 3 buttermilk pancakes.
"Enjoy it while you can, I want you to drive the next shift. We're not going
to stop until we get to Albuquerque. It should take about nine hours, so after
we finish here, we'll make a pit stop and get on the road."

As they returned to the truck, Gail gave him a kiss, told him to drive safely,
and climbed into the sleeper. Bill started the engine and pulled back out onto
the Interstate. Just as he got them up to cruising speed, he heard Gail say,
"If you have to stop, make it quick and don't wake me."

Bill was determined to make the entire run without a break. He turned the CB
volume down and tuned in a local station on the radio to pass the time. It
being Saturday morning, traffic was light on the Interstate. He made good time
and before he knew it they were about fifty miles outside of Albuquerque, when
he suddenly felt the urge to pee. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'don't give in,
we're almost there.' He fought the urge down and finally pulled into the truck
stop parking lot just west of the city.

"Gail wake up; we're here. I'm going in, I'll see you inside."

He jumped down from the cab and walked rapidly towards the building and
directly into the men's room. Upon exiting the men's room, he found Gail
leaning against the wall, with a big smile on her face. "You goof; you could
have pulled over, got out and taken a leak."

"I was fine until I saw the sign for Albuquerque; that's when it first hit me.
I fought it until I parked the truck and then it came back with a vengeance."

"When we get back to the truck, I'll show you my 'trucker's friend'."

They had a quick dinner in the cafeteria. Gail explained that they were about
seven hours from home and that she would be driving the rest of the way. "It's
your turn to get some sleep. I figure when we get back, we'll drop the
trailer, drive home, get some clean clothes, grab a quick shower and head back
to pick up our next load. With any luck we should be on our way back east by
2:00 AM Sunday morning."

Bill did a quick calculation, "That gives us about forty hours to make our
delivery; doesn't allow for much fun time does it?"

"None I'm afraid. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you after we make our
delivery. Now, let's get going."

At the truck, Gail showed him her 'trucker's friend'; it was a plastic bottle,
used in hospitals by bed-ridden patients. "When I use it, I have to pull over,
climb into the passenger seat, and pull down my jeans and go. You have a
distinct advantage; all you have to do is pull down your zipper, whip it out
and go. I've heard that a lot of guys, when driving late at night, don't even
bother to slow down."

She slipped it back into the compartment under the passenger's seat and said,
"I don't recommend that for beginners; we have enough time that you can at
least pull over before you use it. Just remember: if you spill it, we're going
to have to live with the smell for a while and I'll be very angry."

With that, she started the engine and they pulled out of the truck stop and
back on to the Interstate. West of Albuquerque, traffic thinned out noticeably
and they were able to pick up some time. Three and half hours later they made
a quick pit stop at Shorty's in Winslow, picked up a couple of Cokes and
headed back out on the final leg of their journey, through Flagstaff, onto
Interstate 17 and south to Phoenix.

At a little after 12:00 AM they pulled into the company lot and dropped their
trailer and their paper-work. The night man gave them their new paperwork,
told them to hook up their trailer, and threw them the keys to his pickup.
They could use his truck to go home and get ready for their next run.
Afterwards, satisfied that everything was in order, they closed up the house
and drove back to the warehouse. By 1:30 they were back in the truck, with
Gail once more behind the wheel. With a short blast of their air horn they
left the yard and headed back to Route 17, heading north their next stop would
be back at Shorty's for fuel, a quick breakfast and a change in driver.

The trip was uneventful, but was nerve racking. They were exhausted by the
time they pulled into the job site parking lot; they had covered over 2,400
miles in less than 35 hours of actual driving time and had lost three hours
due to the time zone changes.

Larry was standing by the front entrance of the building as Gail stepped down
from the cab; he had a big smile on his face. "You were cutting it awfully
close. I had five hundred bucks bet with the guys in the crew on you guys
making it. You just cost them five hundred dollars." Gail looked over at the
guys and smiled. "Sorry guys, but you should never bet against us." She threw
her arm over Bill's shoulder and gave him a hug.

"What's going on?" Bill asked, not having heard Larry's greeting.

"I'll tell you later. Right now, drop the trailer, hook up to the first one
and make sure the doors are secure, while I get Larry's signature. We'll drop
the trailer at the distribution center; I want to call Carlos to tell him we
made it, and then we have some celebrating to do."

They were all standing at the back of the trailer when Larry whispered to
Gail, "Can you do me a favor, I've been telling these guys about you and our
prior conversation. Some of these guys don't believe that a woman can put on
that much muscle without taking steroids. Can you take off your jacket and
give them a quick little demonstration?

"Sure, Larry; no problem."

She took off her jacket, handed it to Larry, and got everyone's attention. "I
hear that some of you guys think that a woman can't develop her body without
drugs. I've been lifting for more than twenty-five years; I've never taken a
steroid in my life and I think I've done a pretty good job of packing muscle
on to this body of mine." She stood straight up, expanded her lats and struck
a double bicep pose. "Sixteen inch guns; anybody want to arm-wrestle?"

When she got no takers, she took her jacket back from Larry, shook his hand,
and said good-bye. When she got back to the truck, Bill asked, "What was that
all about?"

"Oh, nothing Larry just asked me to give the guys something to dream about,
that's all. Come on, let's get out of here."

Bill fired up the engine, gave them a little blast from the air horn and left
the job site. When they got to the Cranbury warehouse Gail called Carlos.

"Well we made it; we got there with fifteen minutes to spare." Bill could only
hear one side of the conversation. "Yeah... uh ha... that's great. That's even
better. Thanks, Carlos, see you on Friday."

Gail was grinning from ear to ear as she turned to Bill. "Carlos gave us
tomorrow off; we don't have to leave here until Wednesday morning. He said the
customer was really happy with the first shipment and now that they have the
second shipment on time as well, he wouldn't be surprised if we don't get a
lot more business from them. Oh, one more thing, we're both getting a bonus."

They packed up their belongings, parked the truck, and waited for their
taxicab to arrive.

Gail let the dispatcher know that they would be back at 7:00 AM on Wednesday
to pick up their trailer. By the time they arrived at the motel, checked in
and went up to their room, they were too tired to do anything but get out of
their clothes and collapse on the bed. The next morning, however they made
love, showered and then went back to bed and made love again, finally getting
dressed in their workout clothes just before noon. Gail took their dirty
clothes to the laundry room, while Bill, dressed only in his gym shorts, sat
and watched the news on TV.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. As he got up and rushed to open it, a
young woman's voice called out "Housekeeping and the door suddenly opened."

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him standing in the middle of the
room. "Oh excuse me; I'll come back later."

She was about to close the door when Bill called out to her, "Please, it's OK;
you can do it now, I'm just watching TV."

Hesitant at first, she propped the door open, and went about her job bringing
them fresh towels and cleaning the bathroom. As he sat in his chair on the far
side of the room, Bill noted that she appeared to be young, probably in her
early twenties, was Hispanic, very petite, with dark hair and a light coco
complexion, and was very pretty. She paid no attention to Bill as she began to
make up the king-sized bed, which was in quite a state of disarray due to
their earlier love-making. That's when Gail returned carrying their folded
laundry, dressed in her gym shorts and her well-worn tank top; she was a very
imposing figure.

The young girl stopped what she was doing and stared at her, not knowing
whether Gail posed a threat to her. She continued to make the bed, looking up
occasionally as if she was checking her out. As Gail put the clean clothes
back into their overnight bags, Bill sat watching the maid as she straightened
the pillows again and again, not taking her eyes off Gail. Soon, however, she
had to leave before her actions became too obvious. She started to walk around
the bed, heading for the door at the same moment that Gail finished what she
was doing and stood blocking her path. The contrast between the two was
striking. The less than five-foot tall maid looked up at the six-feet two-inch
Amazon in front of her and appeared to shake; Bill couldn't tell if it was
from fear or lust. As she began to sink to her knees, Gail quickly caught her
by the shoulders and sat her on the bed.

"Honey, are you OK? Bill, get her some water."

"No I'm fine; I'm fine, really," she said, "I-I have to go, please." Getting
off the bed she practically ran out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"What was that all about?" Gail asked.

"I'm not sure. At first I thought she was just scared that you caught her in
the room with me, but then, as I observed her more closely, I think she was
getting turned-on by your muscles. And if I'm not mistaken, that little swoon
was the result of an orgasm."

"Come on; I'm old enough to be her mother, for crying out loud."

"That may be true, but I've seen the effect you've had on guys before; who
says you can't have the same effect on a young woman."

"Oh yeah," she said, slowly walking towards him as he retreated until his back
was up against the wall. "Do I still have that same effect on you?" slipping
her hand inside his shorts, taking his rapidly expanding cock into her hand.
"I guess so," she hissed as she pulled him back onto the freshly made bed.

Bright and early the next morning, after a light breakfast and a cup of
coffee, Gail and Bill checked out, and took a cab back to the distribution
center. Since they weren't due back in Arizona until Friday after- noon, they
made the return run in eight hour alternating shifts, driving sixteen hours
each day. The rest of the time they spent in the sleeper, making love and
getting the sleep they needed. They pulled into the warehouse parking lot at
1:30 PM on Friday, dropped the trailer, and together they walked into the
office. They were met by Carlos, the entire shipping and warehouse staff, and
the VP of Operations. Sandwiches and cold beers were served as a small token
of the company's appreciation for all their outstanding efforts.

When the celebration broke up Carlos steered them back to his office.

"Close the door," he said to Gail. "First of all, I personally want to thank
you for making this a success. I don't mind telling you that I had my
reservations. I just didn't think that it could be done, they were just asking
too much of us. But you did it, and now I have some goodies for you.

"First your bonuses," he said handing them each a sealed envelope. "You can
open those when you get home. Second, I promised you that the company would
give you some extended time to recuperate. How's two weeks paid vacation each,
starting August 5 sound? Finally, I want you to be the first to know that the
Company will be shutting down for the last two weeks in August, we're going to
be retooling and moving in some additional equipment to handle all the new
business we've received in the last week."

Gail and Bill looked at one another and then at Carlos, "Carlos, that's
fantastic; thank you; but what do we do until then?"

"I've scheduled you for one last run; you can pick up your load on Tuesday.
There's no deadline on this one; your return load will be ready Friday
morning. After you complete the return trip you're off until September. Now,
get out of here and get some rest."

During the trip back to their house, Gail and Bill discussed what they could
do during their extended vacation. "Bill, all my life I've heard about the
Sturgis Motorcycle Rally which is held annually in Sturgis, South Dakota. If I
remember correctly, it's usually held during the first full week in August.
This is probably the only time we'll ever have a chance to attend and really
let our hair down. What do you say; can we go? When we get back, we'll still
have time to do whatever you want to do?"

"Gail, whatever you want to do is fine with me."

"Fantastic! Thank you; I'll make all the arrangements."

Chapter 6

Well rested after their three-day weekend, Gail and Bill picked up their
trailer on Tuesday morning and headed east. Agreeing that it was to their
benefit to complete the run as quickly as possible, they drove in eight-hour
shifts, keeping their layovers to a minimum.

They completed their run East in two and a half days; picked up their return
load the next morning and made it back to Phoenix on Monday morning. It was a
very jubilant couple that left the yard and headed for home. After completing
their usual returning home routine, including a short but intense workout,
they showered together, and then made a beeline for their bedroom. Bill had
intended to be the aggressor, but after only a few moments, Gail reversed
their positions and he found himself flat on his back, his hands held captive
over his head as Gail rode him hard, through several of her own orgasms until
he could no longer hold off the inevitable and with a deep guttural moan
exploded within her.

"Just think," Gail whispered after they both had recovered, "we don't have to
go back to work for over a month."

'I hope I survive that long.' Bill thought as he cuddled up next to her and
fell into a peaceful sleep.

For the next couple of days they prepared for their trip to Sturgis. Gail and
Bill began to load their equipment. First, they hooked up a low trailer to the
El Camino. They loaded Gail's Electra Glide and Bill's Sportster and secured
them with nylon straps.

"Gail, I don't understand why we don't just ride the bikes there."

Gail turned to him, knowing that she hadn't given him all the details about
the trip. "First of all, it's a little over 1,200 miles to Sturgis, that's
about nineteen hours on the bikes. Since neither of us has done a lot of
riding recently, I can tell you we'd be plenty sore by the time we get there.
Secondly, if we run into bad weather along the way it will make for a
miserable ride. Remember, unlike around here, it does frequently rain in other
parts of the country. Finally, by taking the truck it will be a lot easier to
carry our camping gear."

"Camping gear? You never told me we were going camping. I thought we were
going to stay in a motel. I've never been camping before."

"You're going to love it, especially the way we are going to do it. I used to
go camping with my Dad out in the desert when I was growing up. There's
nothing like looking up at the stars at night when you're out in the middle of
nowhere."

Last to be loaded was the camping gear Gail pulled out from the back of the
garage and threw in the bed of the truck. To Bill it looked like several
sleeping bags, a large rolled up tent, and a set of large oddly-shaped metal
bands. When all their gear was loaded they covered the back of the truck with
a large canvas tarp with grommets that attached to the snaps on the sides of
the truck bed. Satisfied that everything was secure, they headed into the
house.

"Why don't we work out for an hour or so? We probably won't get a chance until
we get back home."

Not waiting for a reply from Bill, Gail headed for the back room, shedding her
clothes as she went. Bill followed close behind, removing his clothes as well.
Gail did some stretching exercises, while Bill warmed up with a brisk walk on
the trend mill. He never got tired of watching her stretch out her muscular
body before she hit the weights. While Gail worked out on the bench press,
Bill used the hand weights to do single arm curls and arm extensions. He used
their other bench to do exercises for his triceps and chest. Unlike Gail who
used heavy weights, he used lighter weights doing more sets of each exercise.
After several sets of military presses and two-arm curls, Gail put down the
weights and waited for Bill to finish his workout on the bench. She took the
weights from his hands as he completed his last set and, after straddling his
body, sat herself on his pelvic area so that his cock settled between her ass
cheeks.

She began to rub her hands over his chest and arms. "My man is becoming quite
a hunk. I can feel the nice big muscles of your chest and arms," she said in
her sexiest voice. "Oh, I feel something else as well pulsating under my ass."
She leaned over until her tits were just out of the reach of his extended
tongue and whispered, "Do you want to help me work out on the heavy bag? After
I finish we can play if you want."

Finally finding his voice he said, "Sure, how can I help?"

Standing up, Gail helped him to his feet. "I want you to hold the bag steady
while I hit it. Sometimes the bag starts to sway so much that it bangs against
the wall and I have to stop and steady it again before I can continue."

Gail put on her workout gloves and positioned Bill where she wanted him.
"You're going to have to hold the bag here and here, with both hands and press
your body against it, using your legs to keep it steady. I set the timer for
fifteen minutes. I'll start when the bell sounds. Ready?"

Bill thought he was ready, until a moment after he heard the bell and felt
Gail's first couple of punches. He was nearly knocked over as the bag started
to sway from the power of her punches. Again and again she pounded the bag,
with lefts and rights, hooks and uppercuts. Bill could feel the bag resonate
with each punch, the vibrations running through the bag and into his body. As
she continued, he couldn't imagine how anyone could stand up to such
punishment, and thanked God that the bag was absorbing most of it. As the
minutes passed he could feel the blood pulsating through his body. He was sure
that at any minute his cock would explode as it rubbed against the bag. Then,
just before he reached the point of no return, he heard the bell ring and the
bag stopped moving.

He peered around the bag; there was Gale bent at the waist her hands on her
knees, sweat pouring down her face and off her chin and nose. Her breathing
was rapid and deep, and her face was bright red. As her breathing got back to
normal, Bill stood in front of her, his hands on her shoulders and his cock
just below her face.

"I see you enjoyed that almost as much as I did," she managed to say between
breaths.

That was the only signal Bill needed. Gently, but firmly he forced her down
until she was on her back. Her legs spread wide as he settled between them,
with his cock at the entrance of her already moist pussy. In one fluid motion
he entered her deeply until he had nothing left to give her. Gail's eyes
sprang open, her mouth moved as if she was trying to speak but no sound
escaped. Bill began to move in and out of her body, slowly at first, but soon
with uncontrollable lust. As he plunged into her, he moved his head lower
until he had one of her nipples between his lips. He whipped it with his
tongue and bit it with his teeth. Gail responded with a groan. Her body began
to spasm as her first orgasm roared through her body.

"Oh God, don't stop, don't stop, Give it to me, yes, that's it harder,
harder... here comes another one, yes, yes."

Bill could feel her legs wrap themselves over his and her hands push down on
his ass forcing his cock still deeper into her. He only hesitated slightly as
his orgasm hit him; feeling like his body was being turned inside out. He
continued to pound away, their bodies making squishing noises as their fluids
overflowed. And still he continued. Gail's orgasms were coming so close
together that it felt as if she was having one, continuous, never ending, mind
blowing "little death." Just when she was sure she couldn't take anymore, Bill
suddenly stiffened; his body went rigid and after a few moments he collapsed
on to her.

When he could finally speak, he lifted his head, looked up into her eyes,
smiled and said, "I don't think I can help you too often without killing us
both" Gale could feel her pussy, contracting rhythmically around his deflating
cock as he attempted to disengage.

When he could finally stand, he extended his hand to help her up. "That's OK,"
she said, "you go start your shower; I'll be there in a few minutes." When he
came back to the room fifteen minutes later she was still where he had left
her, her eyes were shut and her breathing slow and shallow and there was a
small puddle of fluids between her legs on the mat. If she were in their bed
he would have let her sleep, but they were heading out in the morning and he
knew that she would need a good night's sleep, so he knelt next to her and
gently kissed her until her eyes slowly opened.

"Hmmm, I must have fallen asleep. You were an animal before; I loved it. Help
me up."

"I'll clean that up," he said referring to the puddle on the mat. "You go take
your shower and don't forget to take off your gloves first."

"OK, I will, but maybe I should wear them to bed sometimes," she said with a
smile as she removed her gloves and tossed them in his direction.

The next morning they packed some clothes in their overnight bags, ate a
hearty breakfast, and were on the road headed for Sturgis by 9:00 AM with Gail
behind the wheel. As she drove, she told Bill about the motorcycle rally.

"The rally began in 1938 as the Black Hills Classic; it was run by the
Jackpine Gypsies motorcycle club. The original rally consisted of a single
race. Nowadays it has races, stunts, hill climbs and motocross and a lot of
beer, scantily clad women and sex. It's a place to people-watch and to be
seen. There are family campgrounds as well. I've been told that as many as
600,000 people attend the rally at sometime during the week. White collar,
blue collar, young and old, motorcycle riders and lovers of all kinds come to
this event."

They spent the night at a La Quinta Inn in Rifle, Colorado and, after an early
morning breakfast, drove the final nine hours to Sturgis. They drove out to
the Buffalo Chip Camp Grounds and checked in. Gail had requested an
out-of-the-way campsite and was pleased when the guy behind the desk showed
her their location. It was at the extreme western section of Crazy Horse Camp,
isolated from the main area by a small creek, a rock formation and a small
group of trees and bushes.

"Usually it's hard for us to rent out that space," said the desk clerk,
"because it's a long walk to the facilities and the road noise can get a
little loud when the bikers come back from town."

"No, that's perfect for us," Gail assured him. "We don't mind the walking and
we're use to sleeping through all sorts of road noise. The privacy will more
important to us than the convenience."

Following the map that they had been given, they drove the El Camino to their
designated site. Looking up at the sky Gail said, "It looks like we have about
three hours of sunlight left to get our campsite ready for the night."

"Where do we pitch the tent?" Bill asked.

"Well, it's not really a tent; we're going to be sleeping in the back of the
truck." Bill gave her a ques-tioning look as she continued. "I told you that I
used to go camping with my Dad out in the desert; well, neither of us wanted
to sleep on the ground out there with the rattlesnakes and scorpions, so Daddy
made it so that we could convert the bed of the truck into a sleeping
compartment. Come on, help me unpack the truck and we can get it set up."

They unhitched the trailer carrying their bikes and unloaded all the equipment
from the back, placing it on the ground away from the truck. Gail untied what
Bill had thought was a large tent; but now he could see that it was a large
tarp about thirty feet long and about twelve feet wide. Each grabbed an end
and with the tarp running lengthwise they laid it in the bed one end snapped
onto the top of the tailgate, which they left open; the other end Gail pulled
up onto the roof of the truck. They smoothed out the tarp until it covered the
entire truck bed and aligned slits on the sides that looked like button holes
with the tarp support notches in the sides of the bed.

Satisfied, Gail told Bill to get the metal pieces that they had previously
unloaded. Bill retrieved the four pieces of metal that looked to him like the
Greek letter Omega. Gail took the first of these brackets and inserted one end
into the slot in the tarp and into the side of the truck, then did the same on
the other side of the bed, pulling the metal until Bill could slip the tarp
over the end and help her guide it into the slot. They did the same procedure
for the other three brackets. Gail stood in the doorframe and tossed the end
of the tarp over the tops of the brackets towards the back of the truck. Bill
pulled the tarp to the back until it was snug and helped Gail spread it evenly
over the brackets. Gail then demonstrated how to snap the side of the top
part, through a hole in the bottom part, to the top of the side of the truck
bed.

When they were finished Bill stepped back and admired what they had assembled.
"It looks like a covered wagon; something right out of an old western movie,
if you ignore the shiny blue truck underneath."

"Yeah, and instead of a team of four horses this one has 350 horses," she
laughed. She moved to the back of the truck and said, "Watch this," as she
pulled up on a zipper at the back of the tarp. "This is how we get in and out
and how we close it at night when we're ready to turn in."

"Let's get the sleeping bags laid out in there and we'll be all set."

They unrolled two sleeping bags and placed them next to one another covering
the truck bed. "Gail; what's this third sleeping bag for?"

"That's our blanket. The first two bags act as our mattress and this one we
open all the way and it serves as a blanket during the cool of the night. We
still have about an hour of light; let's set up the fire pit, and get a small
fire going."

By the time it got dark, they were sitting on two canvas chairs in front of
the fire, gazing into the star-filled nighttime sky. "It doesn't look much
different than the Arizona sky," Bill exclaimed.

After about an hour of star-gazing and casual conversation they decided to
turn in for the evening. As was their usual practice, they stripped naked and
got into their bed, Gail giving Bill a playful slap of the backside as he
crawled into the tent.

"Ouch!" he howled, "You'll get yours."

Bill moved to his side of the bed and watched as Gail moved to hers. She was
on her hands and knees and slowly placed her head on her pillow, her ass still
up in the air swaying back and forth like a matador waves a red flag in front
of a bull. "Well I'm waiting to get what's coming to me," she said demurely.

By this time Bill was already getting hard, so by the time he got up on his
knees behind her, he was fully aroused. He pushed her leg out to adjust for
their height differential and placed his cock at her entrance. Then with a
firm slap on her ass, he entered her until he was totally engulfed by her wet
heat.

"Oh that's it Daddy, give it to me, give it to me good."

Bill was only too happy to comply with her wishes. He gave it to her in long
hard strokes, for what seemed like an hour but was probably no more than ten
minutes. Bill could feel her orgasms as her pussy contracted around him, and
then when he could no longer control himself he plunged into her one last time
and came. Afterwards, he pulled out of her with a squishy pop and fell onto
his back next to her. Gail pulled a dry washcloth from under her pillow and
cleaned herself as best she could. Then, with a devilish smile, she leaned
over his deflated cock and, with the skill of a $20 hooker, took him into her
mouth and gave with a thorough cleaning.

"We don't want to be sleeping on a wet bed, do we? Thank you, Daddy." She said
as she collapsed to the bed next to him.

It took Bill a few seconds to realize that she had called him Daddy, not once
but twice. Even though his body was really tired and ready for sleep, his mind
was racing in a hundred different directions. He didn't know how he should
brooch the subject or even if he should at all. So he lay there in silence.
Then suddenly, Gail broke out laughing.

"I'm sorry Bill; I can't do that to you. No, you don't have to worry about
that, my Daddy and I never made love together. But I will say this; I did have
a huge crush on him when I was in high school. All the boys in my school were
just that, boys, compared to my father. But even when we drove across the
country together, I didn't dare entertain the thought of getting together with
him. Now turn over and go to sleep, we have a big week ahead of us starting
tomorrow."

The next morning they woke up at sunrise. Bill unzipped the tent and stuck his
head out. Everything was still quiet and peaceful; they appeared to be all
alone in this section of the camp, although he could see several other tents
in the other side of the area. He crawled out of their tent, into the coolness
of the early morning, followed closely by Gail. They walked around to the
front of the truck and each took care of their morning nature call. It was the
first time Bill had ever watched her actually pee. In his mind he imagined
that if someone was watching them from a long distance away, it would just
look like two guys taking care of business. Gail handed him a couple of moist
wipes and they cleaned up like they used to on the road. Then they got a fresh
set of clothes out of the truck and dressed.

"Let's get going; we have about a half mile walk over to the café for
breakfast. After breakfast we'll get the bikes ready for the ride into town."

Dressed in jeans, western boots and tee shirts, they walked along the creek
that separated the camp site from the main sections of the camp grounds until
they found a natural rock bridge and were able to cross over to the other
side. The campsites on this side of the creek where filling up quickly. Gail
hoped that their side would not get too crowded. They ordered breakfast and
sat back as the dining room began to fill up with all types of people, from
families with young kids to old out-of-shape gray-haired bikers. The 'people
watching' was great. After breakfast they checked out the schedule of events
posted on the wall outside the dining room.

"This morning the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall exhibit opens at 8:00; I'd
like to see that." Gail exclaimed as she ran her finger down the list of
events. "At 10:00 we have to be in town for the start of the Legends Ride; we
already have tickets for that."

"What's the Legends Ride?"

"It's a charity event; all the riders pay to participate, with the proceeds
going to local charities. It's a scenic ride through the Black Hills and ends
up here at the Buffalo Chip with a free concert."

"Come on let's get back to the truck; I want to put on my leather vest for the
ride."

When they got back to the truck, Gail opened the door to the truck and crawled
in looking through her bag for her vest, while Bill walked to the front of the
truck and relieved himself. He had figured that Gail was going to put on her
vest over her shirt; he wasn't prepared for what he was about to see. Gail had
removed her shirt and stood with her hands on her hips with only her leather
vest covering her impressive upper body.

"Well how do I look?"

The vest was supple enough to cling to her chest, therefore only exposing the
sides of her breasts. It did little to hide her muscular physique; in fact, it
only seemed to accentuate it.

Bill stood, open mouthed, unable to speak.

"That's the reaction I was hoping for," she said with a chuckle.

"Gail, are you sure you want to wear that; you're going to cause a lot of
accidents?"

"Don't worry; I'm sure you're going to be seeing a lot more skin than this
during the next five days. Come on; let's walk over to the Field of Flags
where the Wall exhibit is."

Bill and Gail walked hand-in-hand over to the entrance to the Field of Flags.
In the center they could see the half-scale model of the Vietnam Veterans
Memorial Wall, a black granite wall etched with the names of over fifty seven
thousand service members who were killed during the entire war in Vietnam,
Cambodia, and Laos starting in 1956. The memorial also includes the names of
almost 1,200 names of MIAs and POWs as well.

As they entered the area, Bill and Gail couldn't help but feel the somber
almost reverent atmosphere that the monument cast over the entire area. Even
though they were both too young to have known anyone listed on the wall, they
had grown up with the children of some of those who had given their lives in
service to their country and they were deeply moved.

They returned to their truck and removed the bikes from the trailer. With a
loud roar, they started their bikes, the distinctive rumble of the Harleys
filling the air. Bill and Gail made their way along the dirt paths back to the
main road out of the campgrounds and on to the road that led to the town of
Sturgis.

When they reached the town and turned onto Main Street, neither was prepared
for the sight that awaited them. Thousands of motorcycles were parked along
both sides of the street, as well as up the center line, diagonally, nose to
nose, for as far as the eye could see. Gail took the lead and led them single
file down Main Street and out of town. Their final destination was Deadwood,
South Dakota; more specifically, the Franklin Hotel.

Bill and Gail rode side-by-side along the nineteen-mile stretch of road until
they entered the town of Deadwood. It wasn't hard to spot the hotel; it was
the building with hundreds of motorcycles parked out in front.

"This is so cool!" Bill exclaimed as he got off his bike. Gail agreed. "Come
on, let's go inside and see what's happening in there."

They mingled with the other bikers who were congregating in the hotel lobby
and the casino. Gail got her share of looks from both men and women as they
walked from room to room. Soon they heard someone with a bullhorn call out;
"Riders, Saddle up."

The throng of people left the building and mounted their bikes. Looking
around, Gail could see that Harley-Davidson was the most common make of bike,
but there were others; Victory and Indian were also well represented, as well
as BMW, and even a couple of "rice rockets" could be seen scattered in the
crowd.

"OK, ladies and gentlemen," Rod Woodruff, owner of the Sturgis Buffalo Chip
and leader of the ride, yelled, "Lets Ride."

With a deafening roar, hundreds of motorcycles came to life. Rod led the way
out of Deadwood on a fifty-five mile ride through the scenic Black Hills. The
riders stretched out for miles as they made their way along the winding roads,
past majestic mountains, and along meandering creeks.

After several hours, they entered the Buffalo Chip Camp Grounds where they
enjoyed a special Riders reception and meal. There was a live auction with
one-of-kind collectables from the world of music and motorcycles. The event
ended with a live concert featuring Journey and Loverboy. After the concert,
acknowledging the fact that it had been a long day, they walked arm in arm
back to their campsite. As they made their way through the crowd, Bill was
aware of the looks they were getting, especially Gail. He wondered if there
would ever come a time when their obvious size differential would no longer
matter.

When they got back to the truck, they could tell that the surrounding
campsites were beginning to fill up, encroaching on their privacy. Because it
was a moonless night, the area was still relatively private, so they stripped
out of their clothes outside the truck-tent, and then climbed in for the
night. As they lay in their tent, the stillness of the night was suddenly
pierced by the sounds of skin slapping skin and loud moans of passion.
Apparently at least one other couple was in the immediate area, and she was a
screamer. Within a few minutes, they heard several other couples going at it
as well.

Gail laughed, "Well, I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." She could feel
Bill's erection coming to life as they spooned. Gail moved onto her back and
pulled Bill on top, guiding his cock into her moist pussy. He did not need any
further encouragement, and began to plunge deeply in and out, taking first one
nipple then the other between his lips and whipping it with his tongue. He
felt her first orgasm and increased his pace, until he felt the familiar
tightening in his balls. He came hard just as Gail's second orgasm raced
through her body.

Gail started to moan and exclaimed in a voice louder than normal, "That's it
Bill, give it to me hard; it's so big, so big; so good, yes, yes, here I come
again, yes, yes. Oh god, oh god, that's so good. No more I can't take any
more." Then she whispered, "That ought to quiet things down for a while. Wait
and see the looks you get tomorrow, especially from the ladies." She smiled
broadly and rolled over on her side, taking Bill with her, and held him close.

Gail was the first to awaken the next morning and as quietly as she could,
crawled out of the tent. The air was cool and the sun was just coming up over
the horizon. She stood naked, stretching, doing some light exercises. It was
still early; all the tents in their immediate area were closed up tight, and
no one appeared to be moving. Bill came out a few minutes later, looked
around, and whispered to Gail, "It's a shame we didn't bring our exercise
bands with us, now we won't be able to work out for the rest of the week."

"Who said? I can still do some weight lifting just like this." Before Bill
could react, Gail grabbed him by the left thigh and under the right armpit and
seemingly effortlessly hoisted him high over her head. She began to raise and
lower his body doing an abbreviated form of military presses. "Not much of a
workout," she giggled, "but fun nonetheless. I see you're beginning to enjoy
it as well."

Bill's body was reacting the way it always did when she dominated him. Gail
tilted her head back, shifted his body slightly and, on the next downward
movement, captured his growing erection in her mouth. She tasted the combined
flavors of their previous night's love making as she pressed his body up and
down. After twenty-five reps, Bill was close to cumming, when he suddenly
spotted a couple standing in front of their tent about thirty yards away
looking in their direction.

"Gail, put me down; put me down, we have company," he whispered.

Reluctantly, Gail complied and returned him to his feet. She stood tall and
proud, not caring if anyone saw their naked bodies. She knew they had nothing
to be ashamed about. They had put a lot of work into their bodies and she was
proud of them both. The couple seemed to be transfixed as they looked over in
their direction, and then quickly ducked back into their tent.

Gail and Bill both laughed as they retrieved their clothes for the day and got
dressed. "Maybe they were one of the couples we heard last night. I hope we
didn't embarrass them too much. It's still early, why don't we walk over to
the north showers before they get too crowded."

As they approached the couple's tent on their way to the showers the tent flap
suddenly opened and first the guy exited followed by his girl. They appeared
to be young; no more than twenty-five. Both were good looking, trim, of
average height and, to Gail, they made a very cute couple.

"Good morning," Gail said. "Looks like it's going to be another great day."

"Good morning," replied the young man, looking up into Gail's eyes.

"Good morning, I'm Pattie and this is my husband John. We're here on our
honeymoon," she added. "I'm sorry about staring before; I just never saw
anything like that before."

"Hi Pattie, John. I'm Gail, this is my husband Bill, and don't worry about it;
it was our fault. I thought no one would be up this early. I guess I just got
a little carried away. We'll try to be a little more discreet in the future."

"You're Bill?" said John earning himself a punch in the shoulder from Pattie.

Bill quickly trying to change the subject exclaimed, "Hey nice bikes."

"Yeah, we think so; they're Honda NC700Ss. The red one's Pattie's and mine's
the silver and black."

"Well, we've got to be going." Gail said, "You two enjoy yourselves, and
congratulations."

After a quick shower, they walked over to the café got a container of coffee
and reviewed the list of events for the day. Deciding that nothing was of any
real interest to them, Gail and Bill decided to head into town for breakfast.
When they got to town they found plenty of parking for their bikes on Main
Street. Inquiring about a good place to have breakfast, a shopkeeper told them
about a little breakfast spot located down one of the side streets where the
locals go. After looking at the menu, they each decided on the buffalo steak
and egg special, figuring that would hold them until supper. During breakfast
they planned out their day. Gail pulled out her map.

"What do you say we spend the day riding through the countryside? We can take
a trip down to Mt. Rushmore; it's about an hour south of here. After that we
can ride through the Custer State Park. It's about 150 miles of riding."

"That sounds great; it's going to be a beautiful day. I checked the forecast
they had posted back at camp. It's supposed to be sunny and warm," Bill said,
"the temperature will be in the upper eighties and dry; no chance of rain."

"Perfect. When we get back we can walk around the town, maybe do some
shopping."

After breakfast they got on their bikes and headed south. Less than an hour
later they were standing at the base of the monument at Mt. Rushmore. Gail
took Bill's hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze; the majestic beauty of
Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt and Lincoln sculptured in granite was both
awe-inspiring and humbling. They listened to a brief lecture from one of the
park rangers giving the history of the monument, watched a film documenting
its carving, and toured the museum.

When they got back to their bikes, Bill said, "That was great. Now what are we
going to do?"

"From here, we head a little deeper into the Custer State Park," Gail replied.
"I read that the scenery is absolutely magnificent."

Gail set a leisurely pace as they traveled into the park. Soon they were into
the Lake Sylvan region, traveling along Highway 87, winding around, and
sometimes through, slender granite formations called "Needles." The scenery
provided the perfect background for motorcycle riders. Soon they were on the
second leg of their journey, an eighteen-mile stretch of road called the
Wildlife Loop Road. The terrain changed to prairie and rolling hills; Gail
pointed out groups of elk and mountain goats. They turned the corner around an
outcropping of rocks, and pulled off onto the side off the road. Below them,
grazing in a large valley was a herd of bison.

"There must be over a hundred of them," Bill exclaimed excitedly. Gail turned
to respond, "you're not going to believe this; turn around and don't make any
loud noises." Bill turned just in time to see a small group of bison, maybe
eight or ten, slowly begin crossing the road not more than twenty yards in
front of them. They appeared to be heading down the hill to join up with the
larger herd.

"Bill, did you see how big they are," Gail whispered as the last of them
crossed the road. "Yeah, now I know why they say that you can feel the earth
shake when they stampede. I sure wouldn't want to be caught in the middle of
one."

When the herd was a safe distance away, they quietly as possible, continued
their journey. They turned onto Highway 16A, probably the most breathtaking of
the three drives, the Iron Mountain Road, which headed north back to the Mt.
Rushmore National Memorial. They traveled over three pigtail bridges and
through three tunnels and all too soon were leaving the park and heading back
to Sturgis.

They rolled into town at a little after 4:00 PM, found parking on Main Street,
and started to walk around town.

"I'd like to pick up some matching tee shirts." Gail said as they strolled
down the street. Two blocks down they entered a shop, displaying all sorts of
Harley-Davidson branded shirts along with other brightly colored shirts. A
young attractive sales girl, dressed in short shorts and a brightly colored
tight fitting tee shirt, walked up to them, "Can I help you?" she asked. Gail
pointed to a black shirt that featured the Harley-Davidson logo in red and
white on the front, and the Sturgis Legends Ride written on the back. "We'll
take two of those, one in XXL and one in large."

When she left Gail leaned over and asked Bill, "What did you think of her
shirt?"

"Well," he said, hesitating slightly, "I definitely liked the design and the
colors, but it seemed really tight on her."

"You goof," Gail exclaimed, "when she comes back look closer; it's not a
shirt, she's been airbrushed."

When the girl returned with their shirts, Bill gave her a closer look. Sure
enough, she was naked from the waist up; whoever the artist was, he had done a
superb job of blending the various shades of red, white and blue into a design
which accented her breasts but had concealed her nipples in plain sight. Bill
didn't want to stare; he thought that would be impolite. When he averted his
gaze back up to her smiling face she asked, "Do you like my shirt? My boy
friend did it."

Bill could feel the blood surging into his cock as he felt the warmth of his
blushing face. Gail was perversely enjoying his embarrassment. She realized
that these were probably the first breasts other than hers that he had ever
seen in person. As they walked up to the register, Gail covertly gave his cock
a little squeeze, and whispered into his ear, "You're a tit man, I see. And
here I thought it was just my muscles that turned you on."

They paid and left the store, Gail with her arm over his shoulder giving him a
reassuring embrace. They walked back to the bikes and stored their purchases
in Gail's storage compartment.

"I don't know about you but I'm getting hungry," Gail said. "Why don't we grab
something to eat? A couple of ice cold beers would be great as well."

They started to walk up the street when Gail spotted a bar up one of the side
streets. "That place looks interesting, 'The Knuckle Saloon;' let's check it
out." As they walked, they realized that the front of the building was around
the corner and was made up of several buildings connected by a two-story
façade in the front and the back. There appeared to be an open courtyard in
the center of the combined structures. Gail and Bill entered the dining room
and found themselves in a room whose décor reminded them of a bar in old
western movies. Soon a 32-ounce beer and a "Knuckle Sandwich", a one-pound
burger with all the fixings, sat in front of each of them. The food was great,
the prices were right and the atmosphere was outstanding. During their meal
they could hear cheers coming from the courtyard behind the bar. Curious after
dinner, they walked out into the courtyard.

In the center of the huge courtyard was boxing ring. There were chairs set up
on all four sides and a balcony surrounded the courtyard. Gail could see men
and women standing at the rails looking down on the ring. Currently in the
ring were two fighters; neither of the men were very skilled and soon the
boxing match deteriorated into a barroom brawl. There were two referees trying
to control the action. When one of the fighters appeared to be in danger of
getting hurt, the refs signaled for the bell and jumped on the obvious winner
in order to prevent any serious injuries. When the winner was announced there
were cheers from the crowd and many headed back to the bar. A voice announced
that there would be a thirty-minute break and then the women's heavyweight
champion from the prior year would be fighting this year's challenger.

Bill turned to Gail and said, "Why don't we stick around for the next fight;
we can get ringside seats if we move fast." When Gail looked hesitant, Bill
insisted. "Come on, it could be good for a couple of laughs."

"OK, you get us some seats; I'll go to the bar and get us a couple more
beers."

Bill went down to the front row and took two seats in the center of a ring
side. After about ten minutes, the announcer came on explaining that the
challenger had decided not to fight and asked if anyone in the crowd wanted to
fight for the championship. There were several boos and groans coming from
those patrons that had stayed or who had taken seats expecting the next fight
to begin shortly. After several more appeals to the crowd, a large woman
climbed into the ring, wearing shorts and a football jersey. She appeared to
be about 5'8" tall and looked to be really heavy -- not obese, but very large.
She stormed around the ring, taunting any of the females in the courtyard.

"Come on, are you all chicken; doesn't anyone have the guts to fight me? I'll
even fight one of you sissy guys out there. You, you, yes, you sweet cheeks;
you look like you're in pretty good shape, you want to fight me?" Bill
couldn't believe what was happening. She was leaning over the ropes pointing
directly at him. "What's the matter, you too chicken to fight? Come on, I'll
make you my bitch for the night."

"You leave my man alone, you tub of lard!" Gail bellowed.

Bill turned to see Gail walking down the aisle, her hands holding a couple of
beers, and a fierce expression on her face, not unlike a lioness protecting
her young.

"You want to fight someone, how about fighting me?"

Bill was dumbfounded as to what was happening. One minute they were enjoying
the friendly atmos-phere that permeated the rally and now everything was
spinning out of control.

"Hold these." Gail handed Bill the two beers.

"Gail please, don't do this. I'm fine, no harm was done, just a little
gamesmanship on her part; it meant nothing to me."

"Well it meant a lot to me; no one threatens me or mine and gets away with it.
All my life I've run in to people like her, bullies pushing around people who
can't defend themselves. My Daddy used to tell me that it was up to the strong
to defend those that couldn't defend themselves from people like her. I think
it's time for her to have an attitude adjustment."

Seemingly out of nowhere two of the saloon employees came up behind her an
escorted her into the building.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, there will be a slight delay, while the challenger gets
ready."

Fifteen minutes later, Gail stepped out of the building and into the
courtyard. She had been given a pair of shorts and a Knuckles Saloon tee shirt
to wear. She had on pink sixteen-ounce gloves and was barefooted. Bill joined
her as she climbed into the ring. "Gail this isn't like working out; this bag
is going to hit back, and from the looks of her she's going to hit really
hard. Please be careful."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the women's heavyweight championship fight for
the title of Ms. Knuckle Saloon. Three two-minute rounds to a decision. In the
red corner, standing 6'2" tall, weighing 185 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona,
the challenger, Gail Young." The crowd cheered loudly, either in appreciation
of her size or out of distain for her opponent. "In the blue corner, standing
5'8" tall, weighing 210 pounds, from Rapid City, South Dakota, the reigning
champion, Bertha Cody." Mixed in with the cheers for the champion were several
boos and cat calls. The head referee called the fighters to the center of the
ring and explained the simple rules. "Stop fighting when I yell break, no
biting, hair pulling, or hitting below the belt. Protect yourself at all
times. Good luck. Shake hands and come out fighting."

Gail and Bill returned to her corner, he helped her with her mouthpiece,
giving her some last minute instructions.

"She's fat and probably out of shape, use your size and conditioning to keep
her away from you. Just keep hitting her with jabs and stay out of reach.
Remember I love you. Please be careful."

The bell sounded for round one. Both fighters flew out of their corners into
the center of the ring. There was not going to be any feeling each other out.
This was going to be a brawl.

Bertha began throwing punches with both hands; undisciplined, ineffective,
trying to end the fight with one punch. Gail stood her ground in the center of
the ring, hunched over at the waist, bobbing from side to side, up and down,
not giving her an easy target. Occasionally Gail would stick a hard left jab
right in Bertha's face, knocking her head backwards. The only effect it seemed
to have on her, however, was to infuriate her more. Her punches were becoming
more and more erratic until she appeared to be totally out of control. Gail,
on the other hand appeared to be in total control of her emotions and the
fight. To anyone in the crowd who knew anything about boxing, they suspected
that it was just a matter of time before Gail would unleash her fury.

Before he knew it, Bill heard the bell, ending the first round. Gail returned
to her corner with a smile on her face. When Bill removed her mouthpiece, Gail
gave him a kiss. "I can't believe how much fun this is. When I was young Daddy
taught me how to fight; it was just another thing that my Mom hated about me.
But, I never got a chance to actually fight anyone."

"Gail, this is for real, she's really trying to hurt you, please be careful."

From across the ring, Bertha's voice rang out. "Hey old lady, I'm going to
beat your ass into a coma, and while you're out, I'm going to take your
boy-toy back to my place and make him my sex slave."

Bill could see the expression on Gail's face change. "She's going to pay for
that."

Bill put her mouth piece back in and touched her cheek. "Get her; end it now."

The bell for round two sounded and Gail glared at her opponent as she stalked
across the ring. Bertha threw several hard left and right hooks. Gail caught
them high on her shoulders and arms. 'Now it's my turn, Bitch.'

Coming out of her crouch, Gail hit her with a series of hard left jabs that
stopped Bertha in her tracks and force her back towards her own corner. A left
uppercut, followed by a straight right, literally threw Bertha against the
corner, her arms high over her head before they fell over the top rope leaving
her body totally exposed. With a vengeance Gail crowded her, throwing lefts
and rights into her unprotected body. The referees, who had little to do up to
this point, looked at one another, neither wanting to step in between the
fighters as Gail continued to attack her foe ferociously. Finally the head
referee, signaled for the bell while the other actually jumped on Gail's back,
ending her onslaught. After a moment Gail turned and headed back to her corner
as Bertha slowly sank to the canvas. The crowd was strangely quiet, stunned by
the intensity they had just witnessed.

The announcer had only one thing to say: "The winner and new Ms. Knuckle
Saloon, Gail Young."

Bill gave her a big hug and then helped remove her mouthpiece and gloves.

"Bill, I don't know what came over me." Looking over her shoulder, she saw
that Bertha was being helped to her feet, seemingly all right. "At the end, I
was back home working out; slamming the heavy bag. If the ref hadn't jumped on
my back there's no telling how long I would have continued to hit her."

Gail turned and walked toward Bertha. She could see the fear in her eyes as
she approached, her hand extended. Hesitantly, Bertha took her hand. "I'm
sorry about what I said before, you are one helluva fighter. Can I buy you
both a beer?"

"Only if you'll let us buy you one first. Let's get changed; we'll meet Bill,
my husband, at the bar. Bill; why don't you get a table and a pitcher of beer,
while I help Bertha back to the locker room."

Bill could only laugh and shake his head at the absurdity of the situation,
less than two minutes ago, they were trying to beat each other's brains in,
and now they seemed like they were best of friends. When the ladies returned,
Gail had her arm over Bertha's shoulders and they were both laughing.

"Gail, don't make me laugh; my side hurts when I laugh."

Over pitchers of beer, Bill and Gail told Bertha their story of how they met
and fell in love. They got to know Bertha, who they found out was twenty-six,
a construction worker, and unattached at the moment, having thrown her former
live-in boy friend physically out of her house after she caught him in their
bed, fucking her next door neighbor.

'Bill, do you have any younger brothers at home?"

"Sorry, I'm the only one."

At the end of the night, they exchanged email addresses and promised to get in
touch.

As they headed back to their bikes, Gail shook her head and laughed, "I don't
know about you but I've had just about enough for one day. Let's get back to
camp and settle in for night. I think I have a bottle of my perfume in my
bag."

They both slept in the next morning. Gail was a little sore from the pounding
her arms and shoulders had taken during her bout with Bertha. Bill's whole
body was sore from the workout he had received when they got into bed that
night. They dressed and made their way to the café for breakfast. As they ate
Bill could see several groups of guys at some of the other tables, nodding
their heads in their direction. He wasn't sure what was going on until he saw
one of the guys swing his fists, mimicking a fighter.

"Don't look now, but I think you've become somewhat of a celebrity in camp.
Apparently some of the other campers were at Knuckles yesterday."

Sure enough, before they finished their breakfast they were interrupted three
times by good intentioned guys congratulating Gail on her win.

"Come on, let's get out of here; this is getting a little embarrassing."

Bill and Gail headed back to their camp to retrieve their bikes. "What's on
the schedule today, Gail?"

"We're headed for the place that's billed as the world's largest biker bar,
the Full Throttle Saloon."

"It's only 10:00 AM; we're not going drinking already, are we?"

"No silly; I booked us a spot in the Pappy Hoel Memorial Ride for charity.
It's a nice leisurely ride up through Spearfish Canyon back to Deadwood. We
leave at about 11:00. We can have lunch and walk around in Deadwood, and then
come back for the finals of the Rumble in the Hills. It's a hill-climbing
event for all classes of motorcycles. Afterwards we can have dinner, catch
some live music at the Buffalo Chip, and whatever else we feel like. Today we
have no deadlines to meet, or places we have to be."

"Sounds good to me; Babe. Lead the way."

Gail couldn't quite escape her celebrity status, however. After reaching
Deadwood, several "fans" asked her to pose for pictures, which she reluctantly
agreed to. They spent the rest of the day strolling the streets of the
historic town, learning a little about its history; stopping in various shops
and talking with fellow bikers. Late in the afternoon they mounted their bikes
and headed back to Sturgis. They had dinner and attended a concert at the
Buffalo Chip before calling it a night.

By Thursday it seemed her fifteen minutes of fame was over and they were able
to attend the Rat's Hole Custom Bike Show without further incident. They got
to view over 100 custom bikes up close, cycles created by some of the most
famous bike customizers in the country. Later that evening, Bill and Gail
attended a live auction at the Buffalo Chip Saloon. "Lingerie for Life" is a
fundraiser for cancer research. Held nightly during the Rally, each night
three bras are auctioned off to the highest bidder. As the auctioneer put it,
"The beautiful Budweiser Roadhouse bartenders model three of the unique,
one-of-a-kind, hand-painted-and-beaded bras, one to be auctioned off around
eight o'clock, and two others around ten." Bill and Gail were there for the
first of the 10:00 auctions.

The bidding was spirited, even Bill got into it, hoping to win one for Gail.
The bidding came down to himself and a gentleman seated at the table next to
theirs. When the bid reached $500, Gail put a hand on Bill's shoulder and
whispered, "Let him win; it probably won't fit me anyway."

Reluctantly, Bill passed on the next bid, allowing the other guy to win. When
the gavel struck, and the auctioneer said, "We have a winner!" the model was
helped off the bar and proceeded to sachet over to the winner. Bill thought
she was going to congratulate him with a kiss. Instead, when she had
everyone's attention, she asked the winner to rise and, reaching behind her
back, she released its clasp and allowed the bra to fall into his outstretched
hands. That's when she gave him a kiss on the cheek and thrust her tits in his
face; then she turned to Bill, did a little shimmy, and pranced out of the
barroom to a standing ovation.

Gail laughed and gave Bill a big hug and kiss, knowing from the expression on
his face that Bill was both aroused by the sight of the well-endowed model's
tits, and embarrassed at how close he had come to getting them practically
shoved in his face, in front of his wife. "What am I going to do with you;
you're just too precious for words."

Bill replied, "I know a few things I'd like you to do with me; come on, let's
get out of here." When they got back to their campsite they were once again
all alone. Apparently all of the campers around them had reached their limits
and had headed for home; which, as far as Bill was concerned, was a blessing.
That night they were loud, passionate, and exuberant. At the height of their
passion, Gail urged him to, "give it to her long and hard." Bill was only too
happy to comply; and at one point he could feel the truck bouncing and heard
the suspension squeak.

By Friday the crowds had thinned out; only the diehard motorcycle enthusiasts
remained. Many of the attendees had been in Sturgis since the previous Friday
and were just plain partied out, while others had a long ride home and most
had to be at work the following week. The highlight of the final day was the
drawing of the grand-prize winner of the Rider Sweepstakes sponsored by the
Buffalo Chip. Each year the Buffalo Chip and Victory Motorcycles raffled off a
custom Victory Motorcycle. This year's bike was designed by Cory Ness. The
raffle was held just before the final double-header concert at the Buffalo
Chip.

Midway through the concert, Gail had had enough." Let's get a couple of beers
and sit out by the campground pool." They sat in lounge chairs that during the
day had been used by guests trying to get a tan. Now at 1:00 AM, the pool area
was completely deserted. They sat quietly listening to the music coming from
the concert several hundred yards away.

"Gail, thank you for suggesting that we come to the rally; I've had the
greatest time. For the first time in my life I feel totally free. Now I think
I understand why some people choose to live this type of life. No plans; no
deadlines; no inhibitions: and no regrets. As long as I had you by my side, I
could live that kind of life."

Without a word, Gail got up and slowly, sensually stripped off her clothes.
She sat next to him and helped him remove his as well and, after adjusting the
lounge chair until it was fully inclined, she mounted him. There was no
urgency in their actions, just a smooth, total erotic joining of two souls
moving as one. At some point during their love-making, the clouds parted long
enough for the moon to shine brightly down on them. Bill looked up at Gail,
thinking that she had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment.
Her eyes were closed; one hand was caressing her breast, while she ran the
other through her hair. The bulge of her bicep was pronounced, and her lips
were pouted in an expression of pure ecstasy.

Soon the clouds once again covered the moon, and the two lovers shared a
totally satisfying mutual climax. When they had recovered sufficiently enough
to stand, Bill took her by the hand. "Come on, let's clean up a bit."

Giggling like a little girl, Gail followed him into the pool. Trying not to
draw any attention to themselves they walked into the deep water and ran their
hands over each other's body until they felt their passion begin to rise once
again and Gail whispered in his ear, "We'd better get out now and dry off."

Fortunately the night air was still, and the concrete around the pool had
absorbed sufficient heat during the day to keep the temperature fairly warm.
Gail moved back onto the lounge chair, pulling Bill over her, his head resting
on her chest, her arms draped over his back. Contented, they both soon fell
asleep.

Gail didn't know how long they had been asleep, maybe only a couple of minutes
or maybe a couple of hours. She no longer heard the music from the concert;
everything was quiet, but she sensed that they were not alone. "Bill, Bill,
wake up, we have to get dressed and get out of here," giving him a gentle
squeeze and a shake. They were just getting off the chair, when she saw a dark
shadow by the pool fence gate and the beam from a flashlight suddenly pieced
the darkness.

"What are you people doing here? The pool is closed, you have to leave now."
His light momentarily illuminated the couple and he realized two things; one,
they were naked and two, he knew who they were.

"Gail Young, is that you?" He shut the flashlight off. "I'm sorry, but you
have to leave; please, I don't want any trouble."

As they got dressed and walked over to the gate, Gail got a better look at the
young man with the light. He was probably a college student, working the rally
for some extra money, no more than twenty-one years old, slight of build and
about the same height as her Bill. She could see from the way the flashlight
was shaking that he was really scared.

As they exited the pool area, Gail spoke, "We're not going to cause any
trouble. Thanks for waking us; we have to get on the road early. By the way,
how did you know my name?

"I... I was at the Knuckle the other day and saw you fight. You were
magnificent. You're very hard to forget."

"Thanks. Good Night."

As they left the area and headed back to their campsite for the last time,
Bill couldn't help but snicker.

"What's so funny?"

"I'll bet he has to change his underwear tonight, and when he finally gets to
sleep you're going to be featured in his dreams."

They managed to get a few hours of sleep before morning. When they emerged
from their tent, the entire area around them as far as they could see was
completely empty. It looked like a picture Gail had seen taken on the morning
after the last night of the Woodstock Festival. Bill and Gail stood naked,
hand in hand, taking in the peacefulness one last time before they had to get
dressed and break camp.

"Maybe we can come back again next year if Carlos will give us the time off."

It took a little over two hours, to get the bikes secured on the trailer,
their gear stored in the truck and the tarp secured for the long trip home.
Soon they were exiting the campgrounds. Gail took them down the nearly
deserted Main Street; only a couple of bikes remained parked along the curbs,
and the road was opened again to cars. Just as they reached the Sturgis city
limits, for the first time in over a week, rain began to fall.

'God must be a biker.' Gail thought.

Epilogue

Everything returned to normal. Early in September, after Labor Day, Bill and
Gail made their first run back east. The trip was uneventful and soon they
were making their runs about every eight days.

One morning in November, the day before their next scheduled trip, Gail got up
first, worked out, showered and dressed for the day. Suddenly a wave of nausea
washed over her and she ran for the bathroom. The sound of Gail running and
the bathroom door slamming shut, threw Bill out of bed. When he ran to the
bathroom door he heard the unmistakable sounds of Gail vomiting.

When he heard the toilet flush he stepped back away from the door, which
opened revealing a very pale and sickly looking woman, who vaguely resembled
his wife. He led her back to their bedroom and, sitting on the bed, she said,
"I must be coming down with a stomach virus or the flu. For the last couple of
days I've been feeling really tired."

"Maybe I should call Carlos, we can have him postpone our next run for a
couple of days."

"Don't be silly, I'll be fine by tomorrow, it's probably just a 24-hour
stomach thing. I'll just take it easy for the rest of the day."

The next morning, however, she wasn't fine. Just before they were ready to
leave, it happened again.

"Gail, I'm worried. I'm going to call Carlos and cancel."

"Don't, please. I'll be fine in a couple of days. Why don't you make the run
by yourself."

"No, I can't leave you alone. What if you don't feel better in a couple days;
what if it gets worse? I'll be clear across the country, and it's going to
take me at least a week to get back."

"I promise, if I don't feel better by tomorrow I'll call my doctor and get in
to see her. Now go; don't worry, and please drive safely."

With a kiss and a big hug Gail ushered him out the door. She stood in the
doorway and waved as the truck left the driveway and headed down the street.

She got sick one more time that day and once again during the following
morning. Gail called her doctor and was lucky enough to get an appointment for
2:00 that afternoon.

When she got in to see her, her doctor gave her a quick examination, checked
her vital signs listened to her heart, and asked her all the questions she
normally asked her during her wellness exams.

"Gail, you have no fever, and everything indicates that you're as healthy as a
horse. God I wish all of my patients took care of themselves like you do.
Here, give me a urine sample and I'll write you out a script for a blood test.
We'll set up another appointment for late next week and we'll review the
results" She handed Gail a small plastic cup and led Gail down the hall to the
bathroom. When Gail was through, she handed her the cup, and returned to the
exam room.

Several minutes later, her doctor returned to the exam room and shut the door.
"Gail please sit down; I don't know how to say this any other way, she said
with a solemn look on her face. "You're pregnant."

Stunned, it took Gail several moments to respond. "Pregnant... how? OK, I know
how, but I'm forty-four years old, I can't be pregnant. For the last year or
so my periods have been coming further and further apart. I haven't had one in
the last several months, only an occasional spotting. I thought I was done."

"I've always told you, you have the body of a woman at least ten years younger
than your age. You've always taken care of yourself. This is not that unusual
any more. Women are getting pregnant later and later in life; usually,
however, it's not their first."

"I'm going to have a baby. Bill's baby," Gail said, a smile slowly lighting up
her face.

"I want you to make an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible; you
have to get a prenatal checkup. Congratulations."

On the way home a thousand thoughts ran through her mind, but they all ended
in the same question.

'What's Bill going to say?'

Bill called several times during the week. Each time Gail reassured him that
she had gone to the doctor and that everything was fine. She was still getting
sick, mostly in the morning, but a few crackers and some warm flat coke
usually eased her symptoms.

She heard the truck rumble down the road, stop in front of the house and back
up into the driveway; the engine died, the lights went out and a door slammed
shut.

'It's show time.' She grabbed a beer and a bottle of water out of the
refrigerator and placed them on the coffee table. She made it to the front
door just as it opened and Bill entered, his overnight bag in one hand and a
bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Oh, Bill; they're lovely," she said giving him a toe curling kiss and a rib
crushing hug. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable while I put these in water.
How did you get these home, they still look fresh?" She shouted from the
kitchen.

"I had Carlos pick them up for me this afternoon and keep them in water for me
to pick up tonight. How are you feeling? What did your doctor say?"

Gail joined him on the couch, took his hands in hers, took a deep breath and
said: "Bill, I'm pregnant."

The silence was deafening, as what she had just said finally took on meaning.

"Oh my God! Are you sure? How? When? This is fantastic; I'm going to be a
father."

And then the tears of joy came and they held each other tightly for several
minutes.

When they finally composed themselves, it was Bill who spoke first.

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know for sure. My appointment with my OBGYN is not until the day
after tomorrow. But if I had to make a guess right now, I'd say, based upon
when my symptoms started, I think that it would be appropriate to name the
baby "Harley."

THE END

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