I just turned 45 years old and had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. The pay was a share of the line-haul so it helped that I owned the trailer too so I got a bigger percentage than drivers who only owned their tractor.
It was not always easy to get women on the truck with me and hard to keep them for very long. Many of the women found along the road fell into two categories; Truck-stop hookers, commonly called lot lizards. Lot lizards would often go with a driver to get to new locations where the market might be better for their services.
The second type was looking for a husband with a big paycheck. This second type would share a lot of consensual sex and then try to spring the trap shut. Usually I was running too hard to waste a lot of time with either type. Some drivers had taught their ladies to drive or found one that already had a CDL. They were hard to find back then. I wanted a partner; a woman that would be with me because we both wanted to be together and have a lot of sex because we both enjoyed it. So my lonely life goes on.
On a cold rainy Saturday in January, I found a special treat. I had to deliver in Tacoma, Washington on Monday morning. It was a military shipment, so it had to be cleared with the military transportation office before it could be delivered. So, I hung up for the weekend at White Pass, a great ski area behind Mount Rainier. This is where the Mayer brothers grew up. And their father was still the mountain manager. My favorite black diamond slope offered an incredible view of Mount Rainier, all the way down after crossing over on a narrow cat walk. I always carried my skis in the winter for just such an opportunity. I liked to work hard when there was work to be done and play hard if there was not. I had planned on skiing all weekend but it started raining Saturday afternoon. It was cold, near freezing rain, and forecasted to last the weekend. So I put the skis, boots, and poles away and headed down the road toward Tacoma.
Then I saw her. A girl was trying to flag me down. She looked more like a drowned rat than the beauty that she was. I picked her up and continued on toward Tacoma. She was very wet. She said that she had been walking on the side of the road and a car was about to hit her, so she jumped out of the way into a ditch full of water. The ice on the surface was so thin that she had easily penetrated it and soaked her clothes and her entire body. She was shivering and I knew that I had to get her core temperature up. I told her to get in the sleeper and take her wet clothes off. There was a heavy moving pad that she could wrap in. I turned the heater up to full and continued on towards the Flying J Truck Stop in Tacoma.
