"What the fuck!!" Ray exclaimed, "Am I ever going to catch a break?"
The left rear tire on his SUV was again losing air from the slow leak and was noticeably flatter when he pulled into the truck stop diner to grab a bite than it was when he had set out in the morning.
At least I'm at a truck stop with a garage, he thought. They should be able to either fix the leak or sell me a new tire.
The past two months had been nothing but one kick in the ass after another for Ray Blanton.
He had filed divorce papers and separated from his wife of eight years.
She had been cheating on him and he had to face that fact. She had also been very brazen and open about it.
His friends had warned him as far back as when he had first started dating her that Becky was a tramp.
He had gotten into more than one fight defending her honor and now felt like a complete ass for having done so.
Walking in on Becky and her tennis pro in the couples own bedroom was the last straw.
Becky had thought Ray was going to be at the dealers conference in Chicago until the following day and had chosen the marital bed for her sex romp with Tony to add spice and excitement to their tryst.
The excitement of a divorce would have to do.
Ray was the owner of five new car dealerships in the northern Virginia suburbs and at thirty two had done quite well for himself financially.
It was in the woman picking department that he was a bit wanting.
His attorney said that he would end up paying little alimony to Becky due to her provable serial infidelities.
Thank heavens for private detectives and for finally listening to his best friend Toms' advice in so far as having agreed to hire one.
The couple had no children so there were no complications there.
Ray just felt stupid and burned. He was a romantic at heart and had really wanted it to work out with Becky.
Not to be.
*******
He went back to the diner and sat in a corner booth drinking coffee and thinking about the last two months.
The garage mechanic had said that the tire was repairable and that he could have it ready for him in an hour.
Ray stared into the darkening parking lot.
He had thought that the trip out west to see his only brother would have raised his spirits but it had not.
Living in LA had seemingly made Joe more of a self absorbed ass than Ray had remembered. The only consolation his brother was capable of was offering to set Ray up with a high class call girl.
No thanks.
The ten days on the west coast had made him realize he could not run away from his problems.
He had a business to attend to and people who depended on him and that took some of the sting out of returning to an empty home.
For years Becky had never really been there for him anyway.
She had agreed to move out and part of the reason for his month long road trip was to give her time to get herself and her things out of the house and settled elsewhere.
His friend Tom was making sure she only took her own things out of the house although she wasn't really a thief, just an unfaithful bitch.
The waitress came and refilled his cup and Ray tried to get excited about his trip to Yosemite.
He thought that on his way back east he would stop and see some things he might otherwise never get around to seeing.
Make lemonade from lemons he chuckled to himself.
It was then that he first saw her.
*******
Amy McFadden was carefully stepping down from the passenger side door of the big rig.
The diminutive teen had just touched down on the asphalt and was donning her backpack when the trucker inside called out to her.
"Ya'll be careful now."
He was replacing his saliva coated penis back inside his pants and started the engine.
He asked Amy to close the truck door and wished her luck on getting her next ride.
Amy closed the door and ignored his wave good bye as the rig pulled away.
She noticed the dollop of cum on the front of her shirt and wiped it off with her hand.
I wish that prick had warned me he was going to come she thought. She would have caught his load in the paper towel she jad in her hand instead of on the front ofher shirt. At least he hadn't touched her head while she was giving him head.
She had warned him not to touch her head and had told him she might bite his dick reflexively if he tried.
She shuddered at the memory of her step daddy holding and directing her head while teaching her to service his cock with her teenage mouth.
Her step daddy had a very large cock and had only tried to fuck her once.
Amys pussy was very small and had only been able to accommodate about a third of his dick before he had given up in frustration and began teaching her to be his personal cocksucker and special little girl.
Amy was four foot ten and ninety pounds soaking wet. She was nineteen but had the appearance of a girl in her early teens.
When the trucker had picked her up in LA he never asked her age but only where she was heading.
"Anywhere but here." Was her reply.
He said he was taking his load to Fresno and that it was against company policy to have riders in the cab. He then said he might be able to stretch the rules for her as he ogled her cute body and evaluated her desperate expression.
The message was clear.
She negotiated one blowjob at the start of the ride and one more at the end.
Thank goodness he didn't smell and that he was a quick ejaculator.
He stroked and fondled her blue jean covered butt while she was bobbing up and down on him but that did nothing at all for her.
She was all but switched off to any sexual arousal and only let his hands roam over her as a means of accelerating his orgasm.
Amy took the twenty dollars the trucker had given her as a parting gift and placed it in her backpack.
She headed across the lot toward the truck stop diner. She was hungry and also wanted to erase the taste of his cum from her mouth.
She began to sob softly while walking and thinking about the mess she was in and what she was going to do next.
*******
Ray was watching her approach while the truck pulled away.
He saw that she was fighting back some tears when she seated herself a couple of booths away facing him.
The waitress came to her and she pulled a crinkled twenty out of her backpack. The young girl then ordered something and began to stare out the window.
She looked like she was about thirteen and the way she had gotten out of the truck just before it pulled away made Ray think that she might be in trouble or running from something.
After about twenty minutes the waitress brought her a hamburger and then stopped by Rays booth to refill his coffee. Ray asked that he be given the young girls check as well as his own.
A short time later the garage texted Ray that his vehicle was ready.
He paid his and the girls bill at the counter and walked out of the diner to pick it up.
He was driving out past the diner on his way out of the truck stop when he saw the girl waving him down.
He pulled over and opened the passenger side window.
*******
Amy was surprised when the waitress had told her that a man who had just left the diner paid her bill.
"What man?" Amy asked.
She had been so absorbed in her own misery that she honestly hadn't noticed anyone else in the diner.
The waitress, who had watched Ray walk across to the garage, spotted his vehicle coming past the diner and said to Amy,"That man."
Amy rushed out front and started waving down the SUV.
She thought to herself that this was the first nice thing that had happened to her in some time and she wanted to at least say thanks.
She walked up to the stopped vehicle and looked across at Ray.
"Thank you for paying for my food. You didn't have to do that."
"I know," Ray said. "You looked like you were having a hard day and I just wanted to do a nice thing for someone. Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"Not really," Amy hedged. "I could use a ride though."
"Where are you headed?"
"Where are you going?" Amy responded.
"To Yosemite for now, I've never seen it."
"Can I catch a ride? I've never seen it either and it's in the direction I'm headed."
"Sure, hop in." Ray said.
Amy climbed in and sat in the passenger seat as Ray pulled out onto the highway.
*******
Amy was not sure where she was going. Probably back east to Pittsburgh. She would have to call a few friends and see if she could crash with them.
The driver looked like a nice enough guy.
If she had to blow him to pay for giving her a ride it certainly wouldn't be as distasteful as with the trucker.
Why had she ever listened to Bridget, she thought to herself.
Following her friend out to LA had been a horrible decision.
Bridget had gone out to California six months previousely, just after the girls had graduated high school.
Bridget and her boyfriend Galen had blown most of their savings on bus fare in the hopes that they would find something better to do with their lives in LA than they would remaining back in Pennsylvania.
The first month out west had her BFF texting bad news about living in a shelter and panhandling and then the texts stopped.