When your driving, you could see a tit or two. The horn makes them wild and If your lucky they might meet you at the next rest stop. The truck has plenty of room, it even has a bed and if good fortune comes your way, you better leave your shirt on. Truck driving consist of eating like shit. Your going to get so fat, that lent will be growing out of your belly button. There’s no way around it. If she insist on taking your shirt off, just make sure you Leave the wife beater on.

You usually dont have to worry about them sleeping over either, because what type of brod wants to sleep on funion bags. For any reason she does want to stay, just deal with it for the night, you might wake up to a blow job and can part ways after.

“Well Suzanne”, “It was fun.”

The truck driver got up from his bed in the back of the truck while a fat woman laid there twiddling her thumbs. The man had on his wife beater and boxers, while the woman laid there naked not taking the hint that it was time for her to go.

“Its Suzy”, she said while acting annoyed

“That’s short for Suzanne”, “right”? He asked

“Yes”, she replied while rolling her eyes

“So”, “what’s wrong with Suzanne”? He asked

“I prefer to be called Suzy”. She said

“Well Suzy”, “its been fun”. “Last night was great”, “and thanks for the morning suckle”. He told her

“Can i stay”? She asked

“Im married”, “sweetheart”. He said

“But i love you”, she replied

“Whoa”, “babe”. “You don’t love me”, “we just met”. “It was a one time thing.” he insisted

“Please”, “I love you and don’t want to leave”. She pleaded

“I haven’t even given you my name”. “I let you stay the night because im a gentlemen”. “But this isn’t going to work out”. He assured her

Suzy got up from the bed and a funion bag stuck to the side of her belly flap like a sticker

“I’m not leaving”. she said.

“You know”, “I tried to be nice here”, “but you’ve left me no choice”.

The truck driver took off his wife beater and exposed his fatty features. Cellulite and stretchmarks transpired across his body while his man boobs sagged like jello. Lent grew from his belly button like an ugly flower , with hairy stems and all.

“You see what you made me do”, he told her. “Is this what you wanted”?

As his voice began to raise, Suzanne popped a squat and licked the lint from his belly button.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME”! He screamed

“But I love you”, she said

“GET THE HELL OUT MY TRUCK” he yelled

“What do you mean”, she asked

“WHAT DO YOU THINK I MEAN”? “GET UP”, “GRAB YOUR CLOTHES AND GET THE HELL OUT MY TRUCK BITCH”! he demanded

She stood up and the funion bag lost traction against her flap and floated down to the ground in a bag like form.

“I don’t think you get it”, “im not leaving”. She said

“THE HELL YOUR NOT”, he yelled

“Like oh my God, why are you yelling? She asked

The trucker reached into his glove box and grabbed his pepper spray and aimed it at Suzy’s face.

“You wouldn’t use that on a woman”, she said

GET! He shouted. NO MEANS NO! He yelled

“I told you already”, “I’m not leaving” she insisted

The trucker sprayed her in the eyes and she began to scream hysterically

“OH MY GOD”, “MY EYES”! She screamed

“I SAID”, “GET”! He demanded

She climbed out the truck and ran away as the driver yelled

“MEN HAVE RIGHTS TOO BITCH”! He shouted