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Author: cmsix
Title: Red and Victor
Part: 001
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Lucky Trucker finds a red head or four
Keywords: Red and Victor
Language: English and North East Texan
This story appears by permission of http://storiesonline.net where it
first appeared.

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   codes (MF FF Mult cons non-con violent)

   copyright cmsix@cmsix.com

   comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated

   ----------------------------

   Chapter 1

   It was my lucky day; hell it was my lucky week.  I'd just delivered a
load of bulldozer teeth to a warehouse on Garfield and was heading to a big
bakery in Ontario to pick up four pallets of frozen pizza dough for Tampa.

   The dough was a production sample for the customer in Tampa to try out.
I didn't give a shit about that; it was the good pay rate per mile and the
long four-day delivery time I liked.  Things just seemed to be going my way
for the past ten days and I was happy to have some good luck for a change.

   I'm a truck driver, an "Owner Operator." That's a guy who was stupid
enough to buy his own truck, so now he can't quit over getting the shaft
from some broker, shipper or receiver.  I was in better shape than most
owner operators though.

   I've been driving a truck, over the road, since I was twenty-five.  Now
I'm forty-eight, and several million miles down the road, down all the
roads.  Like I said though, I'm in better shape than most truckers.

   I own my truck, not me and the bank, just me.  Fifteen years of running
my ass off and eating baloney and beans, and I'd saved enough to pay up
front for a new Peterbuilt, a Utility Ultra Light trailer, and a Carrier
Reefer for the trailer, of course I don't have much of a home, but what the
hell, I'm never there.

   I got the dough loaded and did what most people should.  I got out of L
A.

   Four hours later I eased off I-10, and after fueling I parked on party
row at Rip-Off Griffin's in Tonopah, AZ.  I got my shower bag and a change
of clothes and went inside.

   After my shower I went to the restaurant for a burger and fries.  I sat
down and looked around for a waitress and I spied a wet dream on foot
instead.  She was about five-six or seven, a redhead, unbelievable titties,
and a face that just had to be an actress's or a model's.

   She had on tight jeans, lizard skin cowboy boots, and a halter-top that
was way overloaded.  She had something else you don't often see on a
redhead, a dark tan.  I had never seen a woman that beautiful and built
that well, in person.

   She was standing just on the other side of the counter and scanning
around the place like she was looking for someone.  I was staring at her,
probably had my mouth hanging open and watering, and I couldn't help it. 
She looked my way and caught me.  What the hell, she was surely used to it,
and it wasn't like this was going to mess up my chances with her, cause I
knew I didn't have any.

   On first glance, and usually for the first few times I'm around a woman,
they instinctively dislike me.  I have no idea what it is but it's always
been that way.  I usually grow on the ones I pursue though, but a one time,
hit it off right away deal is just not in my cards.

   They say you need to make a good first impression but I have never been
able to get it done.  I have to take it slow and patient to get anywhere
with women.  So I just kept on staring, I did make sure to close my mouth
at least.

   She looked right at me for a couple of seconds and then she smiled
really big and headed my way.  She had a beautiful smile too, but I didn't
have the foggiest idea why she seemed to be heading for me.  I knew damn
well I didn't know her and I was pretty sure she didn't know me, but she
came right up to my booth.

   "Mind if I sit down?" she asked.

   "It'd be my pleasure."

   She was really something.  I couldn't believe how firm and round her
titties looked, and they had jiggled like they might be the real deal and
not add-ons.

   "My name's Sarah," she told me.

   "Nice to meet you Sarah.  I'm Bill."

   She was twenty to twenty-five.  I was still really stunned and trying
desperately to think of some way to start a conversation that would just
dazzle her, no luck though.

   "You're a truck driver aren't you?" she asked.

   "Sure am."

   I thought, beautiful but no rocket scientist.  Blue jeans and a t-shirt,
cowboy boots, a belt with a big buckle and my name in white letters on the
back, a Cat Power cap, beside the fact that I was sitting in the big middle
of a big truck stop with my left arm twice as darkly tanned as my right. 
What else could I be?

   "Which way are you going?" she asked.

   "To Tampa," I replied.

   "Can I ride with you?" she asked.

   Shit, this couldn't be real; it had to be "Candid Camera" or "Funniest
Videos" or "Stupid Truck Driver Tricks" or something like that.  Do you
have any idea how many times a truck driver with a hardon wishes he could
spy a gal hitching that looked even half decent in the dark?  I've been
herding a truck twenty-five years and in that time I had only picked up
four hitchers that were worth fucking.  Here is the best looking woman I've
ever seen in real life asking me for a ride.

   In the first place, she had diamond ear studs that were more than a
carat each and a wristwatch with a diamond band.  What could she possibly
want with a ride in a truck?  My curiosity must have shown.

   "I've loved to watch trucks since I was a little girl and I've finally
decided I wanted to hitch a ride on one.  I'm not broke or anything, I just
want to ride around in a truck and see what it's like.  I've been here
three hours, and you're the first truck driver I've seen who looked
trustworthy.  So how about it?" she asked.

   It sounded stupid to me but what the hell; I got to ride in a truck
every day whether I wanted to or not, I sure as hell wasn't going to turn
her down.

   "Sure.  I'd love the company.  It gets lonesome on the road some times,"
I said.

   I figured if she were dim enough to want to ride in a truck when she
didn't have to, she would probably eat that kind of talk up.  She smiled
again and it was still a beautiful smile.

   We ordered burgers and fries and ate when they came.  I paid up and we
headed out.  I politely reminded her that big trucks didn't have rest rooms
inside and that we should both powder our noses before we went to my rig.

   We talked a little while walking to my truck and luckily she didn't seem
as stupid as I'd first thought.  I was even convincing myself that maybe a
big truck could get to be a fascination for someone who never had the
chance to ride in one.  She didn't bat an eye when I explained that I had
been up since three AM, it was about seven thirty PM now, and that I was
going to have to take about a four-hour nap before I left.

   "Oh.  This is so sudden, just teasing.  You must be tired and I missed
my own siesta since it's such a long ride out from Phoenix, and I've just
been walking around in there for hours until I found you.  I'm a little
tired myself.  Do you have one of those cute little campers on your truck?"
she asked.

   "Sure do."

   She had to be putting me on.  Anyway, we got to my truck and she ooed
and ahed and then asked where she was going to store her bag.  I told her
there was plenty of room in the sleeper, opened the door and helped her up,
then I got in.  The curtain was rolled up so she walked on into the
sleeper.

   "I had no idea it would be so roomy," she said

   "I've always liked to have plenty of room; I live in this thing about
three hundred days a year.  It won't seem nearly so big after a day or so,"
I told her.

   "Do you mind if I change before our nap?" she asked.

   "Go right ahead, I'll sit out front and catch up my log.  Just whistle
when you're settled in," I replied.

   I showed her how to let down the curtain and sat behind the wheel.  I
was still dumfounded by the circumstances.  The odds of this happening had
to be higher than winning the Texas Lottery.  After about ten minutes she
called.

   "All set."

   I pushed the curtain aside and walked into the sleeper.  My dick
pressure shot past the warning limit when I saw her.

   She was sitting with her legs under her, her gorgeous ass on her heels,
in a see thru baby doll nightie with no panties.  It was so thin I could
see that her bush was nearly the same dark red as her hair.  Her titties
defied gravity and no words can express how good they looked.  Her mode of
undress and come-hither grin erased all questions I'd been having.  My dick
was way past hard and well into painful; it seemed to throb.

   "I've got another little surprise for you," she promised.

   "What on earth could possibly be more surprising?" I asked.

   I just had to ask, didn't I?  She pulled the surprise from behind her
and pointed it right at me.  It was a Browning High Power.  That
nine-millimeter hole in the business end looked about a yard across from my
vantage point.

   I wasn't two feet from her and there was no way in hell she could miss.
Even if she did miss a couple of times, it was a thirteen shot automatic
for fuck's sake.  I was wondering hard just what it was she wanted.

   I covered the distance to the bunk with half a stride and backhanded the
shit out of her with my right hand and then, clamping my left hand onto the
wrist of her gun hand, I squeezed like shit.  She dropped the Browning, her
mouth was bleeding and tears were streaming.  She was whimpering a little
as I picked up the pistol.

   "Dumb ass, this isn't a double action, you have to cock the hammer for
the first shot, like this," I told her, as I used my thumb to ear back the
hammer.

   I put the muzzle to her forehead and asked her if she would like to be
able to live another ten or fifteen minutes.  She really broke out
blubbering at this so I backhanded her again, with my left hand this time,
but not as hard as the first one.  I just wanted to make sure I had her
attention; I did.

   "You've got about thirty seconds to get your head out of your ass and
tell me what this little game is all about if you don't want your brains to
make a big fucking mess on the back wall of my sleeper."

   "Victor made me do it, I didn't want to but he made me.  I've been
practicing for two weeks to do this; he planned it all out.  He liked your
truck so he picked it and sent me in to trap you when you first went in. 
He's going to kill us both, now that I've messed it up," she told me, still
crying.

   I assumed from this that he was going to kill me all along, and that he
was probably somewhere in the lot waiting for some kind of signal to come
on over.

   "Who is Victor?  Where is he right now?  What does he want with my
truck?"

   "I live with Victor, he's kind of like my boyfriend but he hasn't been
real friendly for the last couple of years.  He deals cocaine and grass and
he wants your truck to go get some.  I think he's gotten trucks this way
before but this is the first time I've had to help," she said.

   "Where is he right now?"

   "He's in the car, in the restaurant parking lot.  I'm supposed to call
him on the CB when I've got you handcuffed.  I'm supposed to put handcuffs
on you and those leg things too."

   "Is he by himself?" I asked.

   "Yes."

   Maybe he was and maybe he wasn't but I wouldn't know until I got hold of
him.  I kept the pistol on her and sat down to try and get this straight in
my head.

   "Call him, if you make him suspicious I'll kill you for sure, even if I
don't get him caught.  You'd better make him think that you've got me
hogtied or you're going to be dead in just a little while.

   "Can you work a CB?" I asked.

   "Yes.  He made me practice over and over.  I have to call him on channel
ten," she said.

   "Give me the cuffs and leg irons first, and then call him," I said.

   She gave them to me and got in front to use the CB.  When she got off
the bunk I did too and I raised the mattress to get into the compartment
underneath.  I took out my box of bondage toys, a roll of duct tape, and my
double barrel.

   The double barrel was an L C Smith that some asshole sawed off to a
sixteen-inch barrel.  I found it in a pawnshop.  The dumb ass that sawed it
off had cut several hundred dollars off its value when he did it; but it
still worked fine for my purposes.  I checked the loads, two rounds of
number four buckshot, the ideal round for killing humans.

   "Victor.  Do you copy?"

   "Loud and clear, Red."

   "Everything's ready for you baby."

   That was it.  He didn't reply.

   "Get back here," I ordered.

   When she did I cuffed her hands behind her back and put the leg irons on
her.  I hooked them together behind her back and put a ball gag in her
mouth.  It was big enough that I knew she couldn't get it out without her
hands.  I set her up in the far corner of the bunk and waited for Victor.

   He was pretty stupid for a drug dealer, or maybe he thought I was
stupid, or maybe he just trusted Red too much.  He didn't even have a gun
in his hand when he stuck his head thru the curtain.  He had even shut and
locked the driver's door behind him; I'd heard him push the lock down. 
When he got a look at the shotgun's two big smoke holes his eyes got really
big.

   "Freeze or you're a dead greaser, now, lace your fingers together behind
your head, hit your knees and scoot over to the bunk.  Bend your waist and
lay down flat on the bunk, spread your legs out real wide."

   When he was on his knees and moving toward the bed, I put the muzzle
over a kidney.  When he lay on his face, I cuffed him with a pair of cuffs
that had last been on a really naughty little blonde.  I forced his head
into the opposite corner of the bunk from Red and hooked the cuffs to one
of the hooks the blonde had been much more willing to be attached to.

   I didn't have any leg irons of my own so I bound his feet with a
heavy-duty plastic tie and I tied a piece of nylon rope to the tie strap
and ran it through the hook his handcuffs were fastened to.  I hauled on
the rope until his feet were up by his head, then I tied him off tight.

   "Hey mother fucker, what you think you doing?  You ain't got shit on me;
I just got in the wrong truck.  The cops won't even hold me an hour for
this," Victor yelled, after I had him tied.

   I gave Victor a fairly solid butt stroke to the forehead with the L C
Smith and it knocked him out.  While he was dreaming, I stuffed a pair of
dirty white cotton socks in his mouth then I put a couple of strips of duct
tape across it.  I was glad he had a clean shave; it made the duct tape
stick that much better.

   He came around in three or four minutes.  When he noticed his new
predicament his eyes got even wider.  He made a few grunts but when I
raised the shotgun butt again, he got real still and quiet.

   "You know, Victor, you were right about one thing, you sure as hell got
in the wrong truck.  You don't have to worry about the cops though because
there ain't going to be any cops."

   I reached down into my toy box and picked up a short pair of hemostats
and then I clamped his nose shut tight with them.  He tried really hard to
suck in a breath after that but when he realized there was no way, he
started jerking and bucking.  Dumb ass; that just used up his last oxygen
all the faster.  He passed out in less than three minutes.

   I took him loose and rolled him onto the floor before he died, just in
case he shit and pissed himself when he did.  Sure enough, I had to get a
can of Lysol spray and soak him good with it to try and hold down the
smell. He was going to be lying there until about three AM and it was only
just five after nine.

   I checked Red's cuffs and then idled the truck up to about 1200 rpm. 
Getting out, I took the reefer off automatic and switched it to high, so it
would keep wailing.  Then I walked back to the restaurant for a couple of
cups of coffee.  Red wasn't going anywhere and with that gag in her mouth
there was no way she could make enough noise to be heard above the fast
idling Cat or that reefer that was buzzing away.  Victor couldn't do
anything now but stink.

   I'm not a real introspective guy; I pretty much take life at face value.
I won an all expense paid vacation to South East Asia just after I
graduated from high school.  I really didn't want to go that bad so I
signed up for every kind of special training I could get and it kept me in
the states about a year longer than normal, but it set me up to be in the
middle of some of the nastiest shit in Vietnam when I did get there. 
Victor wasn't even a significant figure in the number of people I'd had to
permanently adjust.

   The woman was a different thing and I was hoping that she wouldn't do
anything stupid.  I was actually thinking about keeping her.  She didn't
have any choice in the matter, either I kept her or I killed her.  There'd
be no discussion and no time for begging.

   I was going to try out her body and if she were good I'd keep her, but
if she were no better than a pretty hole to stick it in she was going to be
in the same shape as Victor, soon.  I finished my second cup of coffee and
went back to my truck.

   I checked on Victor and he was still dead and Red was still scared
shitless.  I put the shotgun and pistol under the bunk and searched the
late Victor.  He had a High Power too and he also had ninety-six
one-hundred-dollar bills, a little change, a really nice Rolex, two diamond
rings, an emerald ring, and a diamond ear stud that was at least two
carats. I put it all in my toy box and put that back under the bunk.

   I looked Red over really good again.

   "I'm going to take the gag out for a while now but if you make any loud
noises I'm going to put it right back in, and then I'll make you wish you'd
been quiet.  As a matter of fact, you'll be better off if you don't say
anything unless I ask you to," I told her.

   She nodded her acceptance and I took out the gag.  I tumped her onto her
face, on the bunk, and took off the cuffs and leg irons.

   "Sit up, rub your wrist and ankles if you want to, stretch your arms and
legs," I offered.

   She did and I sat down and kicked off my boots, took off my shirt, my
pants, my sox and my boxers.  I had about half a hardon and I turned toward
Red and grabbed her nightie at the neck, ripping it off her.  She recoiled
but didn't make a peep as I pulled her closer and then pushed her, face
down, onto the bunk with her head all the way to one end.  Her ass was
magnificent and I gave it a hard slap; she winced.  I liked that so I gave
her some more.

   When it was nice and red I spread her legs and reached between them for
a feel of her pussy.  It was dry so I started working on it with one hand
while I lay down on her back and started giving her little bites on her
neck and her ears.

   As I played with her she started to get wet, so I kept it up.  I put the
tip of my finger just inside her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down,
getting it slick.  Sliding it up to her clit, I could tell that it was
starting to peek out, so I wiggled it around a little.  I moved the finger
back to her pussy and the juice was coming a little better now, so I worked
it up into her.

   As I finger fucked her she started pushing back at my hand so I tried to
put another finger up her but she was too tight.  That was the first good
news since I'd seen the pistol in her hand.  I fingered her a little more
and went back to her clit; it was bigger now so I started stroking it,
gently.

   She was pushing back harder now, so I palmed her pussy as I was rubbing
her clit and she got going pretty good.  My dick was back to full pressure
and I got onto my knees between her legs, pulling her up into place by her
hips.

   "Guide it, rub the head around in your juices and get it real wet, but
don't put it in," I said, gruffly.

   She did; she slid my dickhead up and down her slit a couple of times and
then rubbed it over her button.  She had a pretty good rhythm going on her
clit in just a few minutes.

   My dick ain't a real big one, eight inches is all, but it's pretty
thick. I angled my hips, putting the head right at the entrance to her
pussy, and I jabbed it forward as hard as I could while yanking back on her
hips.  I went in to the root in that one stroke and she tensed up all over
and sucked in her breath, loudly.

   I started the old in out in out in earnest; slamming it up her and
jerking it back out.  I know it hurt her some and I was glad.  It felt
great to me, and considering her recent behavior, I wasn't really worrying
about how much she liked it.

   Her pussy was hot and slick and tight and I poled her hard, loving every
stroke.  She started getting in the groove with this rough treatment after
a few minutes, moaning a little and pushing back at me.  She was squeezing
with her pussy muscles on the out strokes.

   I didn't even try to hold out so that she could come too.  I blew my
load and blew it hard, as far up her as I could.  When my dick started
blasting, I pushed it up her to the root and held it there, short-humping
against her ass cheeks as hard as I could and trying to get deeper.

   I don't know if it was the great looking woman or the adrenaline from
the earlier fracas or what, but that was the biggest wad I'd ever shot and
it felt great.  I fell down onto her back and pushed her flat on the bunk
again.  I kept my dick as far up her as I could.

   "Milk it with your pussy while it's going down," I ordered.

   She did and finally it shrunk and slid out while I lay on her a few more
minutes and then rolled off.  I took a couple of deep breaths then raised
and fastened her right wrist back to the hook I'd put Victor on, with her
cuffs.  I had her lay on her back with her head on the pillow.

   "I'm going to doze for a few minutes to rest, when I wake up I'm going
to fuck you some more, you've got some really good pussy, I like it fine.
There's a good chance that you could live over this little fuck-up you
tried to pull.  Don't do anything stupid, it'll just get you some bruises,"
I told her then turned out the light and lay down.

   I played with her titties a little and rubbed her flat belly and smooth
thighs some.  I cupped my hand over her pussy and played with it until I
fell asleep.

   I guess I slept for about forty-five minutes and when I woke up my dick
was soft.  I turned Red loose and then I lay down and pulled her on top of
me.  I kissed her and reached around to get both hands full of that great
ass, kneeing her thighs apart and pulling her up until her pussy was right
on top of my still soft dick.

   I started rubbing her pussy up and down my dick by my grip on her ass
cheeks and after a minute she was doing it on her own, so I let go of her
ass and got a double-handful of her titties.  I held them firmly and put my
thumbs on her nipples.  They were soft and I started rubbing them with my
thumbs.  I let go of the right titty and pulled her mouth down to mine to
kiss her and then I put my hand back to work on the titty.

   When she seemed like she might be getting into it a little and I felt
the first stirrings in my dick, I broke the kiss.

   "Suck it up hard," I told her.

   She backed up a little and started licking my dick all over.

   "Don't forget my balls," I reminded her.

   She licked my balls some and then put her mouth on my, now swelling,
dick.  She used her hands to caress my nuts and in just a few minutes my
peter was good to go.  I pulled her up a little by her shoulders and guided
her to turn around for some sixty-nine.

   Her pussy was sweet, even with my come dripping out of it and I worked
mostly on the lips to get the juice going good and I worked her ass-cheeks
over with my hands.  She had about half of my dick in her mouth and I
reached up, pressing behind her head to let her know I wanted some deep
throat.  I don't think she'd ever had one in her throat before but I kept
pushing until she figured out how, then I went back to work on her ass.

   She was juicing up pretty good again, so I snuck in a few licks on her
clit to keep her attention there while I started slicking up her ass crack
with her own fuck oil.  I got it good and slick and then went to work with
my index finger, getting juice from her wet pussy and lubing her rosebud.

   I slipped my finger in when I got it good and slick and fingered her ass
a little.  She was cranked up pretty tight by now, so I pushed her off my
dick, getting her on her knees again, with her ass in the air and her head
and shoulders on the bunk.

   Getting behind her, I slid my dick into that tight sweet pussy again and
started slow stroking.  I took it easier than I had before and she got into
the game pretty fast, milking me with her pussy on the out-strokes again.
Bending over her, I played with her fine fat titties, doing a good bit of
pinching and twisting on the nipples and she started turning on pretty
high, or at least she was giving it a good act.

   I pulled my dick out and she groaned a little while I grabbed it with
one hand and took hold of her hip with the other.  My dick was as slippery
as I could get it with her juices and I put the head right on her rosebud,
making her tense up.

   "I can't take it there, I never have before," she said, pleading.

   "I've never had a sneaky bitch try to kill me and steal my truck before
tonight either; you can take it there, and you're going to, right now," I
told her.

   I put a hand on each hip and got a good grip; I knew I couldn't slam her
ass like I had her pussy because it was so tight that I was afraid I might
hurt my dick.  I put a steady pressure against her asshole and wiggled the
head around on it and when the head and first inch were in I slipped it
back and forth a little.

   I let go of her hips and gave her a little reach around, working her
pussy and clit with one hand and teasing one titty and nipple with the
other.  After a little of this I swapped hands so I could tease the other
titty, all the while, I kept working my dick up her ass little by little.

   I began teasing both titties at once, neglecting her clitty and she was
hot enough now to have started pushing back to me just a little.  I bent
over her, kissing and nibbling on her back.  I had about half my dick up
her ass now and she was starting to like it.

   I rose up off her back and took another grip on her hips, pulling her to
me and sliding my dick all the way up her ass.  She sucked in her breath
again and tensed up a little, but I hadn't slammed her ass hard like I did
her pussy before.

   I made a few short strokes until she loosened up a little more and then
I started long-dicking her pretty good, playing with her pussy and clit
some and then getting her love-juice all over my fingers, rubbing it on my
dick to keep it slippery.

   After a good come, when I get it back up, it stays up a long time so I
just kept stroking and stroking.  It felt great to me and I thought I could
keep it up all night.  About then Red started really turning on to her
first ass-fucking.  She put her hands under her, raising up a little and
starting to buck back.  Her head was within reach now so I grabbed a couple
of hands full of her long red hair and pulled.

   Red really got with the program after that and I was beginning to figure
that she liked being manhandled.  She started moaning louder and then she
was squeezing my dick with her sphincter, like she had with her pussy
earlier.  I had to hand it to her; she was an A1 fuck in both holes and I
hoped that with a little practice she'd get really good at sucking my dick
too.

   I hadn't been planning to let her come this time either but soft hearted
me decided to give her a break.  I let go of her hair and put my left palm
over her mouth and closed off her nose with my thumb and forefinger to cut
off her breath.  Meanwhile, I moved my right hand to her pussy and slid my
forefinger up in her while I massaged her clit rhythmically with the base
of my thumb.  About every four strokes I let go of her mouth and let her
suck in a deep breath.

   She started going wild, fucking her ass back for all she was worth.  I
thought she might pinch my dick off with her asshole, it was biting it so
strong.  Her pussy was really nipping at my finger too and I could feel my
own come starting to stir in my balls, so I really started squeezing her
pussy and rubbing hard on her clit.

   I kept my hand on her mouth and nose for about nine or ten strokes until
finally she bucked back hard and started to spasm.  I let go of her mouth,
nose and pussy and grabbed her hips.  Pulling hard and pinning her back to
my pole, I started spewing my come up her ass.  She was gasping like a
truck horse after a long pull and coming like a fire hydrant.  She was
gasping so hard she couldn't even moan for a while.

   My dick just kept pumping and I kept it locked tight, all the way up her
ass.  Her sphincter was pinched down hard on me and it felt great.  I was
afraid that the head of my dick would blow off.  She got her wind back and
just slumped her head and shoulders down onto the bunk, whimpering.  When I
got done pumping come, I drew my now tender dick out, ever so slowly.

   She fell flat on the bunk and I lay down beside her with an arm across
her shoulders.  I let her rest a minute or two and then eased her up on her
side and got one arm under her and the other around her so I could hug her
really close and I started giving her sweet gentle kisses all over her
face, lips, neck and then her ears.  She snuggled in as close as she could
get and started hugging me back.  After a while we fell asleep.

   I woke up at three AM, I've got a nifty clock in my head or something
and I always wake up exactly when I want to.

   I had to deal with Victor so I got dressed again.  Red woke up and I
told her how pretty she was and kissed around on her some.  She seemed like
she actually liked it.  I told her I hated to but I just had to hook her
back up while I dealt with Victor.  She looked a little hurt but said OK.
She might as well because I sure as shit wasn't letting her go loose
anywhere until Victor was completely gone.  I hooked her back to the corner
of the bed with the cuffs.

   I got out of the truck to look around and there was nothing stirring. 
Other trucks were parked on each side of mine and both of them had reefers
howling, like mine.  No one else would park next to a reefer, going wide
open, if they could help it.  If you pull a reefer (refrigerated trailer)
you're used to the racket; but if you don't, the racket they make can make
sleeping a chancy thing.

   I went to the back of the trailer and unlocked the doors and then I
opened one of my toolboxes and took out one of the big plastic bags from my
spill kit.  You have to have a spill kit for some hazardous hauling.  The
bag was over six feet long and would make a good 'el cheapo' body bag for
Victor.

   I went back to the truck and after stripping everything off Victor I
worked him into the bag and tied up the top.  Red asked what I was going to
do with him and I told her not to be nosy.

   "Victor is history and had best be forgotten.  The less said about
Victor, the better," I told her.

   I put him on the bunk and opened the sleeper's escape door, looking out.
All was quiet so I jumped down and dragged the bag and Victor out. 
Carrying my grim load around to the back of the trailer, I opened the door
and put him in.

   I got in too and was glad I had a light in there.  Carrying the dead
weight to the front of the trailer, I set it down and then stacked the back
two pallets about halfway down; laying Victor in the space I'd created. 
Next, I stacked the boxes back up around him and got out of that cold
mother fucker.

   Victor would be frozen solid in about five hours so I closed and locked
the trailer and went back to the truck.  Stripping my clothes off, I got in
the bunk with Red.  I let her loose, snuggled up to her naked ass and went
to sleep.

   Sleeping until eight AM, I woke, got up, opened the escape door and took
a leak onto the parking lot.  Red was still snoozing so I shook her awake
and asked her if she needed to use the bathroom.  She said she did and I
found a three-pound size, empty coffee can in one of the cubbyholes and
gave it to her then I hooked her ankle to one of the bed's corner-hooks
with the leg irons and put on my robe.

   "I'm going to sit up front and listen to the last of "Morning Edition."
When you finish using the can, put the plastic lid on it and I'll throw it
out later.  Don't even think about opening the escape door; there's a
warning light for it in the dash and I'll know if you try it.

   "If you open it, I'm going to be really mad and I might have to come
back here and bruise you some.  There're some washrags, towels and a spray
bottle of water in that cabinet (I pointed to it), you can use those to
clean yourself up a little.  After that, get dressed, and let me know when
you're through."

   In about fifteen minutes she called me and I went back into the sleeper.

   She was dressed in yesterday's clothes and she still looked like a wet
dream in them.  I sat on the bunk to quiz her some more about she and the
late Victor.

   "I don't have a lot of time, so tell me about you and Victor.  I don't
need the love story, just the facts of your living arrangements."

   It took her about half an hour to spill her story and what it boiled
down to was Victor had tricked her, dicked her and taken over her life.  It
had been about eight months after her parents had been killed in a car
wreck.  That was nearly six years ago.

   She was eighteen at the time and had no close relatives.  After Victor
ran all her friends off she was pretty much under his control because she
just wasn't able to get along by her self, even though she had a large home
and nearly a million in cash after the estate was settled.

   Apparently, Victor hadn't been after her money, he just used her
identity to help hide and launder his.  Everything he bought was in her
name; even his offshore bank account was hers on paper, his cars and
motorcycles, everything.

   Things were looking up so far.  This "steal the dumb trucker's truck"
scheme was the first time she had been called on to help in his dealings,
so she didn't know any of the details of whom he was buying from or selling
to.  Victor had never let any of his business get anywhere near her home
and she didn't know even one of his contacts.

   If she had it right and if she was telling the truth, this was a bird
nest on the ground for me.  I knew right where she was going to be for the
foreseeable future and she had admitted that she was basically without
relatives or friends, except for Victor, and he was still dead.  I was
about to come into control of a whole lot of money and I had picked up a
fine woman who had really good pussy.

   She told me where the car they had come here in was parked; I wasn't
going to have any trouble finding a Mercedes 500 in a truck stop parking
lot anyway.  I took the keys from Victor's pants and pocketed them. 
Emptying everything else from his pockets, I put his clothes and shoes into
a plastic trash bag.

   Victor's money belt had an even twenty-five thousand in it, on top of
the ninety six hundred that had been in his pockets.  I kept the belt and
cuffed Red to the bed hook again, telling her I would be back in an hour or
two.  I took a few minutes to aim the satellite dish and then gave her the
remote so she could have something to watch while I was gone.

   The Mercedes was where she'd said it would be so I opened it up, got in,
and started it.  There was a built in cell phone of course, plus two flip
phones in the glove box.  I checked it out as best I could without tearing
it apart in the lot.

   I found the registration, in her name as advertised, and under the
drivers seat was a MAC 10.  Victor'd had plenty of firepower but it didn't
do him a bit of good at the last.  I got out and checked the trunk but it
only contained the spare.  Thankfully there was no dope anywhere.  I locked
it and went back to my truck.

   Red was watching MTV but she killed it when I got back and I had another
little talk with her.  I pointed out that she was lucky I hadn't killed her
along with Victor, and that under the circumstances; she was going to be
with me for a long time to come.  I told her I was going to keep her under
lock and key until Victor was disposed of but I promised her a little
freedom after that, if she was good.

   I didn't wait for her to agree since it wasn't necessary, she understood
that it was my way or a ride in the trailer with Victor, I just went with
the assumption that she didn't want to be frozen to death.

   I got behind the wheel and pulled forward to a parking space just in
front of the one on the back row that I had been in.  I went back to the
Mercedes and drove it around into the truck lot and pulled it up behind my
truck.  Opening the trailer's doors, I put my ramps in place, and drove the
Mercedes into my trailer.

   I had to climb through the window to get out, but I always had to do it
that way when I hauled a car or two.  Loading a car in a truck stop parking
lot is not a common occurrence; but I had done it before.  I considered
waiting until after midnight to do it, but I changed my mind, thinking it
would look even more suspicious in the wee hours.  I stowed the ramps and
got back in the truck.

   I let Red loose and told her she could ride up front if she acted right;
then, releasing the brakes, I put the Pete in gear and headed out.

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