No Room in My Truck
It was a nice little Sunday afternoon, a ‘ladyfriend’ of mine who I had known throughout junior and senior high school, had given me a call to go out for a nice Sunday drive and catch a movie. I drive a black, lifted 1975 Chevrolet Silverado that runs very good. I came roaring up to her small house on the very outskirts of town that was surrounded by woods. Pulling up the driveway, there she stood. Her name was Tate. She was a beautiful blonde haired blue-eyed woman. She was wearing a green...