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Truck Stop Shower For Two
People who have known me personally for the last 17 years or so, are very aware of the somewhat strange and complicated relationship I have with my boyfriend. To start with, it didn't begin in a way that can be recalled with all the warm fuzzies in place. There have been so many events which have brought us together, torn us apart, and left us hanging in a strange sort of limbo over the last 16+ years, that I wouldn't be able to list them all at once. The detailed story of our relationship is one that must wait until another time. Suffice it to say, it has been a weird ride, albeit exciting with unexpected turns.
There is no doubt that Donnie is the love of my life. After so many years of fighting the inevitable, we have sort of called a truce with the universe and begun to allow things to just flow. During the earlier years of our alliance, we had some barren patches. The patches occurred when my misguided sense of nobility would come out to play during some unforeseen crisis. I would insist that it was time for us to bow gracefully out of the relationship in order for one of us to take care of the crisis. I refer to these patches as being on a break.
One such break had lasted three years because I was a bonehead. I had changed my phone number, my job, and my address sort of on a whim. When my telephone died I replaced it without thinking to get Donnie's cell phone number out of my speed dial. I was sure I would run into him somewhere in my travels around the area. It wasn't until I ran into his ex-wife of all people, that I managed to track him down. She had told me Donnie was looking for me and had been for the last several years. Nice to know.
I was really apprehensive about seeing him again after so much time. The love was still there burning silently, but I had no way of knowing how he would receive me. The three years hadn't been very kind to me. I was definitely into my middle years and the body that came with age wasn't one I would have chosen for a reunion. There was no way he wasn't going to notice the changes....unless...........I made my visit at night.....and..........I made sure the lights were really low..........I could claim an eye infection or something........hmmmm........maybe I could wear all black and blend in with the shadows..........
We met at night, the lights were low, and I was in all black. It must have worked because it was the beginning of a great summer. A few months later, it was decided that I would accompany him on one of his runs to Florida. Donnie was a truck driver who owned his own rig. Years before I had accompanied him on some of his runs but then he had only been running locally. I had never been to Florida and was excited to be going. There was one major drawback, to my way of thinking.
We would be in close quarters, sleeping together in the double bunk of his sleeper. I could not avoid being seen in all my glory. I really wanted to go, but I really didn't want to be seen. I went anyway, knowing I am very creative at finding my way out of some tough spots. I hoped I would be able to figure it out once we were on our way.
We laughed nonstop all the way to Florida. He had me laughing so hard I peed my pants and had to make a stop to change. He pulled into a T&A Truckstop figuring we could get a shower and eat dinner while we were at there. I knew truck stops now had internet access, but I was amazed that they had showers set up for rent just like a hotel room. After it was used, a maid came in, cleaned and sterilized it for the next use. Donnie went up to the counter with me standing off to the side of him. He had a card used like a debit card that could be loaded with shower credits. Basically, he would buy a bunch of showers at once and they would be loaded onto his card for later use. At this particular time, he only had one credit left.
No big deal, right? We could just pay for another one and go on our merry way. Well, yeah, that would be the logical thing, but the cashier had another idea. Apparently, it's become quite popular to have husband and wife driving teams out on the road. To accommodate these teams, truck stops have made a few double showers available for rent. Yeah, you heard me right. Double.......meaning two people can get a shower together. I was mortified!
I pretended not to hear the cashier as I continued to open my wallet to pay for another shower. Donnie tapped me on the arm and asked me if I had heard what the woman had said. Playing dumb, I shook my head, and had to hear all over again about the really great deal. I knew my face was giving me away. I was not prepared for getting naked under the glaring fluorescent lights with Donnie in the same state. That kind of lighting will make even the rosiest complexion look sallow. I sure didn't want him to have any memories of me standing there dripping water like a drowned rat, while the lighting created shadows in the craters and valleys of the cottage cheese thighs I was now sporting. The semi-smile slashed across my abdomen by the beginnings of a flesh apron wasn't too appealing either. I didn't even want to contemplate what my butt and boobs were going to look like.
Donnie was grinning from ear to ear at my discomfort. The twerp knew I didn't want to do it. He knew me well enough to tell when I was embarrassed. He didn't truly know why I was embarrassed but that didn't matter to him. He just liked seeing me squirm. I tried like heck to get out of it, but the cashier was so obtuse. She went on and on, ignoring my obvious discomfort. I was sure my heart was going to explode, it was pounding so fast. Frantically, to just shut her up, I agreed. We were drawing a lot of attention from others nearby and I wanted to get out of the limelight as fast as possible.
I managed to get through the shower without having a stroke. Donnie actually turned out to be my source of entertainment. He had changed into a pair of dockers so he wouldn't have an extra pair of shoes to carry after our shower. We were going to a restaurant for dinner and he wanted to look presentable in some casual clothes he wouldn't normally wear while driving. Somehow, one of the shoes got sopping wet while he was showering. The water changed the color of the leather to a very dark brown, while the other one was a medium tan. When he put them on it appeared that he had two different shoes. He refused to go out looking like that so to correct the problem, he took off the dry shoe and soaked it down. As we left the shower room, there was a very audible squeak, squishing noise echoing down the hall with every step he took.
We stepped up to the cash register to return the shower key. The cashier was all smiles and so very proud of herself for having talked us into the double shower.
“Now, wasn't it nice?” she asked ecstatically. “Wasn't it the most romantic shower you ever took?”
Donnie nodded his head. “Yes,” he said, “it was very romantic.”
“And there was plenty of room for the two of you, wasn't there,” she continued winking at him.
He smiled again, and agreed that yes, there had definitely been room for two.
“Aren't you glad I talked you into it?” she asked gleefully.
Donnie gave her a dubious look. “Well, yeah, I guess so. But it was kind of weird taking a shower with my sister.”
That poor girl almost passed out. She stared at him for a split second. A shudder ran through her body so violently that it was visible to us. She was working very hard to keep her horror from showing. The poor thing was sure she had incited us to commit incest and didn't know what to do with the knowledge.
My mortification over the ordeal was growing to monstrous proportions but all I could do was laugh. I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak. I wanted desperately to let the pitiful child know that he was not my brother. No words would come out. The tears started running down my face about the same time I had to clamp my legs together and make a dash for the restrooms. This was the whole reason we'd had to come here to begin with and there I was, right back at the beginning. I prayed I'd get to the bathroom in time to avoid needing another shower.
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