Truck Driver Lori's Difficult Load

Lori and I were together. Lovers and best friends. I met her at a bar one night. At once I was struck by her quick wit, warm smile, engaging presence. These were most important together with all the common interests. Her beauty only added to the attraction. Standing 5ft 7in, she was slender and appeared athletic. Brunette hair with ample breasts and taut abs and glutes completed the picture. As our first conversation progressed, I chanced to inquire what she did for a living. "I drive trucks," she said. Inquiring further I learned that she actually drove the cross country 18 wheelers so prominent on most roadways. Time passed and we became closer, intimate, and eventually moved in together. Many early mornings she would wake early, clean up, and fix herself breakfast before leaving in her old beater Ford which required multiple attempts to start. I would peak out the window and catch an excellent glimpse of her hunched over the wheel bouncing in rhythm to the cranking of the starter as her old engine sputtered and chugged to life. I noticed that on most mornings she would step into a special pair of well-worn thong mules which she loved to drive in. I asked her casually about this and she replied that, spending hours at the wheel, she wanted something on her feet that she could slip in and out of yet was soft and comfortable. These special pair fit the bill. I often wondered what her days were like driving the big trucks. Perhaps never able to witness this first hand, I often imagined what it was like. So here is my rendering of the fantasy: Lori at the wheel.

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