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I Drove Through Hell
16 October, 2001
Author: Don Fraser

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I drove an eighteen wheeler for many years. But the story I am going to tell you will make you wonder if you are cut out to be a truck driver. ************

    When I woke up that morning in my sleeper, I climbed out and sat in the passenger seat it was like any other morning in the south. as I took a swig of not so hot coffee out of my thermos. I heard the birds chirping outside of my cab. It was spring time in the south. The peach trees had a hint of the blossoms that were coming later in the year. The sun shone brightly in the window of the greatest truck I ever drove, Yes I was lucky, I had a wife and kids that loved me back home in Oregon, they wanted me to quit this on the road stuff, and try some local pick up and delivery work. A friend of mine had a local trucking company, and he gave me a job doing pick up and delivery. But it didn't take long for the road to call me back. So here I am in someplace in Georgia. by my self and lonely.

    I am the type of man that needs someone to love. Being alone, hurts me. I didn't have any intentions of making love to that girl that was working at my delivery a month ago. But she was so pretty and I needed a woman so bad, I just couldn't help myself.

    It all started so innocently. It was lunch time, and all the workers at the warehouse were going out to lunch. I asked a lady what am I supposed to do? She said, why don't you have lunch with me? I got in her car in the parking lot, and off we went. She stopped at a nice little coffee shop    and we went in to have lunch. We talked a while as we ate, and then the subject changed to sex. She admitted to me she hadn't had sex in months and that she thinks about it all the time. She gave me a come hither look and said, like right now.

I was at the office door to meet that lady, when her work for the day was over. It was Friday evening. She told me she didn't have to be to work for two whole days. As we walked to her car arm in arm, a warehouseman yelled. You'll be sorry. We made passionate love for those two days. and then she had to go to work. and I had to get in my truck and go to another town to load.

    I know now why that warehouseman yelled what he did. Now I am afraid to go home. I will give my wife a venereal disease, because I have one. Beware young trucker. The same could happen to you.   

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