Chapter 8: That Truck
October 9, 2015
That truck with its bumper sticker that read Why Hammer a Nail When You Can Hammer a Carpenter? and the diagonal crack in the right, side view mirror. That truck with its rusted front bumper, Oklahoma-shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror, and helmet-sized dent on the driver’s side, next to the gas tank. That truck with its three scratches on the passenger’s door, its rear sliding window, and broken antenna. I was turned on by it, and its driver, Carl Bascoe. Everything about that truck made me horny, from its rugged looking tires to its license plate that read Tools1…
The things I dreamed of doing in that truck were sinful and unthinkable. I wanted Carl to pull down the tailgate, lean me over its metal, and have his way with my bare
