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Truck Stop Fantasy (Part 2)
We last left the boys Ray, Bubba, and Billy rolling down the open road. Billy had finally gotten out of his one horse town. Ray and Bubba had been kind enough to give him a ride, but not for free. Billy was happy to do whatever he could to please his new friends and they had shown exactly what would be expected of him to continue traveling with them.
Billy was 18. Well, 17 and a half but who’s counting. Ever since he could remember he wanted to run from this red neck town in the middle of bum fuck no where. The only place with any action in town was the truck stop off the highway. It had your standard diner, road house and facilities for all the drivers passing through to take a load off after a long day on the open road.
Billy knew all he had to do to escape that piss poor town was to walk down the road to the truck stop and hitch a ride going anywhere but here. So, after getting his backside beat one last time by his drunk step daddy, that is exactly what he did.
It was a decent sized place. As Billy walked over the hill he counted at least 50 semi trucks parked all facing the same direction, ready to pull out the minute the law allowed. One of those cabs was his ticket out of here he thought.