Without any of the old jokes, being a traveling salesman can be a lonely life. Town to town, shaking endless hands, talking to people, and pretending to like them, if I didnt know better I could be a politician, but without the big money.
On this particular day, I was headed for another shit-hole town in California along a two-lane highway near the Nevada border. I saw her standing along the side, a small carry-on type suitcase at her feet. I dont usually pick up hitchhikers, but like I said, mine is a lonely life.
Throwing up dust, and gravel I pulled my Chevy pickup onto the dirt median just beyond her. I watched in my rear-view as she ran towards me, her long, raven hair bouncing, and blowing in the slight breeze that never seems to stop in part of the country. I also saw her tits, big and heavy, bouncing hard with every step. Her body overall was in decent shape, with curves in the right places. Then as she made it to the truck, out of breath, I saw her face.
It was roug...
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