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Open Road ( open to 1 to 2 females)
It was a clear cool summers night, the heat off the road still cooked the air but the sun had been down for some time. Lance found that this was one of the sweetest times to be cruisin in the fresh twilight of the early night. The earth itself was still in the grips of the suns blazing fury, but the air had long wrestled free.
His dark hair wavered in the gusts as they buffeted his window, his rig growling through the night. He was pulling another Long Haul from washington state out to the east coast. he ran the night. Choosing only to cruise when the su was down, during the day he holed up in the half cab, where he slept. This routine suited his...condition.
His 18 wheeler growled adn screamed as he careend down the straight dark lane in the rolling hillocks of a cool Utah. As his rig crested another little hill he saw the first car of the night. He stretched his long legas adn let his long muscular arms reach out, one reaching through the window inot thenight, his brown leather flesh taught over his etched muscles. the tight white shirt and his jeans were all he ever wore, he had several pair but found they suited for every occasion.
Quickly his rig flew down the other side of the hill, the cool silver paint job refelcting the starlight and those of the cars as he neared to a half mile of it. A smile etched across his dark face, the strong chin adn dark green eyes shimmering in the light of the stars
"Well what do we hav e hear " he asked himself over the radio. the songs the only company he had had in a long time, he felt lonely adn could not help but wonder about the driver, all alone out here on this desolate stretch of road
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This ground is not the rock I thought it would be
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stranded on the side of the road
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