Second Chances
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Steve had been trucking for eight years now. He started relatively late in life at 45 years of age. He was now 53 and relished every day of his life. He loved his life on the road. Every day brought new experiences and new country-side. He was seeing the USA as few people ever did. Life from the driver's seat of a big rig allowed Steve to see the real America. Yes he was able to stop and visit all the sites we've all heard about, from Venice Beach to Vegas to Wrigley Field to the Twin Tower memorial. Steve had taken time to see it all.
But what Steve really cherished about his job was seeing the parts of the city that travel brochures leave out. More importantly, Steve got to meet all the regular people who, like he, were working hard day in and day out to make a living. People working on loading docks to support their families. Truck-stop waitresses working two jobs and going to school to make a better life. Off duty state and local police being called out in the middle of the night during ice storms to work multi-vehicle accidents. In short Steve got to see normal people doing the everyday things it takes to keep our world running.
Over the years Steve had grown to honor and respect all people who worked hard every day to make a living regardless of their profession. Over the years, television has so glamorized the workplace to where many young people coming out of school expect to start out as CEO or, at the very least, VP. The reality is that 90% of Americans toil in a service industry or work at a shift production job to make it possible for all of us to have the quality of life that make living in these United States the envy of the rest of the world.
Steve had done it all. He had worked himself from the mailroom to a position in upper management with his first company. He likes to say he had worked himself up to his level of incompetence. He found, only in hindsight, that the higher he rose with-in the company the more he hated his job. His job had morphed from providing for his customers to serving his bosses. It was no longer a matter of providing a better product at a competitive price, but increasing profits.
Even so, if it hadn't been for The Accident, he would probably still be toiling away in blissful ignorance. Steve would still be getting up every morning going to a job that held increasingly less satisfaction because that is what he did.
The Accident Eight years ago the police arrived at Steve's office to give him the news. A drunk driver had weaved across the centerline hitting the car his wife and 15 year old son occupied. They were killed instantly.
In a daze, Steve stood to accompany the police to the morgue and collapsed. On the way down, he struck his head on the corner of his desk knocking himself unconscious. Hearing the commotion, Steve's secretary called 911 for an ambulance.
Steve woke two days later in the hospital to the new nightmare that was his life. Not only had he suffered a concussion in the fall, but now he was faced with the task of burying his family. Fortunately, Jack, Steve's brother dropped everything and flew 1500 miles to take charge. Jack made all the arrangements for the funerals. He contacted everyone who needed contacting and made sure that his brother got the best care available. Then he made sure that he was there for Steve, not allowing Steve the option of slipping into depression.
Slowly, after the first few weeks, Steve began to return to the land of the living. As he began to think for himself again, he realized that he would never be able to repay Jack for everything he had done for him and his family. Jack's simple reply was "that's what family is for."
Steve had been gone from his job for 4 weeks when he got a call from his boss. After giving perfunctory condolences, his boss came to the point. "Steve, when are you coming back to work? I realize you have experienced a tragedy, but we need you back at work or we may need to find a replacement."
"Mr. James, I have over 8 weeks of vacation plus comp time on the books. I have been with the company for 22 years now. Are you telling me that if I don't come back to work immediately, you will fire me?" replied Steve, starting to get upset with his boss.
"Yes Steve, unfortunately that's exactly what I am saying. We still have a business to run and you need to get back to work."
Steve, now thoroughly aroused, replied "Well Mr. James, why don't you consider this my exit interview and send my final check to my mailing address of record. I resign effective immediately!"
With that, Steve hung up the phone on his old boss and his old way of life.
Going forward 8years found Steve driving through Montana one fine summer day. The sky was the deep cobalt blue that is seemingly only found in the west's high desert. The temperature was hovering at 75 and, for a change, there was no wind. All in all, it was one of those perfect days that make up for all the miserable days.
Steve found himself thinking that this is the right time to be traveling through Montana. He remembered back to the previous winter when he spent 3 days in a truck stop because of a blizzard. Chuckling to himself he thought 'yes, this is definitely the right time of year to be in Montana.' Suddenly Steve saw a speck start to materialize in the distance. It was too small to be a car – definitely not a big rig. Whatever it was had caught Steve's attention because there was literately nothing around for 25 miles in any direction. This part of Montana was pastureland and in the high desert it took lots of land to support livestock. Consequentially, homes were few and far between and exits off the interstate were even fewer. There was simply no need to exit.
So when Steve saw this small something, something too small to be a vehicle appear, it got his attention. His first thought was that some livestock had gotten though the fencing and was on the roadway. This could be a problem because animals have a bad habit of dodging the wrong way when spotting traffic barreling down on them. Steve started to slow his rig down in preparation for dealing with whatever was up ahead. This was no problem as he was the only one on the road at this time.
Suddenly the speck resolved itself into a girl, well a young woman anyway. She was standing along the roadway with her thumb out hitchhiking. She had a forlorn look on her face and the only baggage she had was a worn backpack. All this Steve took in in an instant.
Now Steve normally did not even look at hitchhikers much less pick them up, but this was different. Something was wrong with the whole situation. What was this girl doing all alone along the side of this road? There was nothing, no broken down car, no houses in sight and the nearest exit was 25 miles in either direction. How did she get here and where was she going?
Making an instant decision, Steve pulled onto the shoulder and stopped. Even having slowed beforehand, even making a snap decision, Steve's rig didn't get stopped until he was 400 yards past the girl.
Steve climbed down from the cab of his truck and began to walk back to where the girl stood. The girl stood where she was and looked at the approaching man with equal parts hope and abject fear. Steve sensing her trepidation stopped his approach 50 feet from the young lady. The two studied each other for what seemed an eternity.
Steve saw a scared young woman of about 23 years old. She was thin but not skinny. Her hair was a light brown and was now a windblown mess. She had blue eyes and her clothes looked like she had been wearing, and sleeping, in them for a couple of days. She was cute without being what you might call beautiful. All in all, this girl looked totally out of place alongside this interstate, although while frightened she was certainly not cowed.
The girl saw a man of middle age who appeared to be reasonably fit. He had medium length brown hair going grey. He was around six feet tall and dressed for work with jeans, a tee-shirt and work boots. It was his eyes that drew her attention. In his eyes she saw only concern for this girl he had never seen before.
It was this look of concern that ultimately made up her mind. She took a step forward and said "Thank you for stopping, I've been standing here for over an hour and you're the first person to even slow down."
"Well, there's nothing around here, I couldn't just drive by. It wouldn't be right. You're on the west bound side of the road so I'm guessing you're going west. Can I give you a lift?"
The girl smiled for the first time – a smile that suited her, Steve noticed, and said "Oh yes, the sooner the better!" At this, she picked up her backpack and hurried to the truck.
Steve wondered at her sudden desire to be on the way but figured he would get an explanation at some point and if he didn't, well it really wasn't any of his business anyway.
They climbed into the cab and got underway. Steve noted that the girl, whose name he still didn't know, stayed as far from Steve as she could get, leaning against the passenger door. Additionally she seemed to shrink down when a vehicle would approach from the west. 'What the hell is going on' Steve thought.
"Well if we're going to share this truck for a while I guess introductions are in order. My name is Steve Roades, what shall I call you?"
"My name is Judy."
'Well that's a start.' thought Steve 'I wonder what her story is.'
"Where are you going?"
"We, I mean I was going to San Francisco, but anywhere west is ok with Me." replied Judy with a nervous look at her benefactor. She wondered how much she should share with Steve. She wondered if she could or should share her troubles with this man she just met minutes ago.
Steve for his part knew there was something going on here. The nervousness at approaching traffic, the gaff in mentioning another person and the vagueness of a destination all told Steve there was more, much more, going on here than met the eye.
'What have I gotten myself into this time?' Steve wondered. 'I hope it's nothing illegal.' However in glancing over at Judy, Steve was confident that if anything, Judy was a victim. Over the years Steve had developed the ability to read people. In his previous life reading people was imperative to successfully negotiating contracts. Steve had been very good at contract negotiations. In this case he would trust his instincts with this mystery woman.
After a while Steve noticed Judy nodding off.
"You don't look like you've slept in a while. Why don't you climb back into the sleeper and get some sleep. We aren't going to stop for a few hours and you can get a nap."
Judy glanced to the back and noticed the bed. It was true she hadn't had any sleep for quite some time and that bed looked inviting. Did she trust Steve enough to let her guard down enough fall asleep?
Steve read her mind and laughed "I'll be here in the driver's seat. You'll be safe."
Judy smiled sheepishly and agreed to go in back for a nap. Once her head hit the pillow it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep.
Four hours and 250 miles down the road, Steve pulled into a truck stop. Judy awoke with the change of engine speed. She came forward rubbing her eyes and asked what was going on. Steve told her that it was time to take a break and get something to eat. Judy looked longingly toward the restaurant but said she wasn't hungry and would stay in the truck.
Steve realized Judy didn't have any money.
"Come on, I'm buying and I like company when I eat. Besides, being seen eating with a pretty girl will make me look good with the other drivers." Steve told her smiling.
"Oh yeah, you're really going to look good with a woman who hasn't changed or even had a shower in 3 days. My hair must be a mess and I know I look awful." Judy replied. Strangely as she talked her voice went from slightly teasing to depressed as if the reality of her situation was coming back to her conscious.
Steve didn't give her a chance to fall further into depression.
"You're right; before we eat you need a shower and a change of clothes. This truck stop has some clothes for sale. It's not Macy's but its good enough for traveling in a truck. I'm buying – no arguing, and after you shower and change then we'll eat. Got it?" Steve delivered this with a smile on his face, but his words brooked no argument.
Judy smiled and said "When you put it that way, I'd love to have dinner with you. Thank you for asking."
So the two developing friends walked into the truck stop bought some jeans shirts and underwear, showered (separately) and met up in the restaurant for dinner.
As they ate, Steve decided it was time to find out what was going on with Judy.
"Judy, I know there is something going on that left you alone and in the middle of nowhere. I like you, and I hope we are becoming good enough friends that you will consider confiding with me. I don't want to invade you privacy but at the same token if some of what is going on impacts me I want to know. In any event, if you'll let me, maybe I can help,"
For a couple of minutes Judy regarded Steve. She stopped eating and simply studied Steve's face. Finally she made her decision.
"Steve what I am about to tell you will probably sound crazy, but I swear it's all true. I'm telling you because you're right; now that you've helped me you're involved too."
Judy's Story I was born and raised in Appleton, WI. My father worked in the paper mills but he always said he wanted more for me. Mom and Dad scrimped and saved to provide me with a college fund and impressed upon me the importance of good grades. I guess I listened because I graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA.
My grades got me a full scholarship at the University of Wisconsin – Green Bay. That combined with my college fund made it possible for me to go to school and concentrate on classes rather than having to work part time like many of my friends. Because of this I was able graduate with honors in four years.
It was while I was in school that I met Ronnie. We met at a frat party in the fall of my junior year. He was two years older than me but we were taking a lot of the same classes. When I asked him about it he laughingly told me he was on the "six year plan". In hindsight I guess that should have given me warning. But, Ronnie was good looking in a bad boy/hippie kind of way and I guess I fell for his charm.
It turns out that Ronnie never put anymore into his classes than he had to. School had come easy to him when he was in high school and he figured that it would be more of the same in college. He had almost flunked out a couple of times during his first 2 years until he got into a fraternity. There he was able to use his older frat brothers to help him through his classes. I guess his frat brothers felt a need to help a brother as well as a need to keep up the fraternity's GPA.
Anyway, we graduated together and I was hired by a company in Oshkosh, WI. That's right; I was hired by Oshkosh B'Gosh!
Ronnie moved down to Oshkosh with me saying he would get a job in town and we could stay together. Six months later he still didn't have a job. He said he was looking but all I saw was him drinking and hanging out with his sleazy friends.
It was about then that my world started to collapse. My parents were killed in a house fire, a faulty furnace or something. I was devastated. They were the only family I had left, my grandparents having died years before. It was the worst experience of my life; having to bury the two people who had raised and nurtured me all my life. Everything I was, everything I had was because of my parents and now they were gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye.
I was in shock throughout the whole ordeal of burying my parents. I really didn't know what I was going to do next.
Ronnie was no help at all. In fact, he stayed in Oshkosh the whole time. It was when I returned that Ronnie first broached the idea of moving west. I was hesitant at first because I really liked my job and I was just starting to grow into it. But Ronnie was persistent. He kept telling me how great living on the west coast would be and how many more job opportunities there would be for him.
I finally agreed to move. I quit my job and we sold everything we couldn't pack in the car. I was scared to death, but there really wasn't anything holding me in Wisconsin, so that Saturday we left on, what I thought was to be, our great adventure.
The first indication that all wasn't what I thought it should be was when Ronnie suggested we pool our money and that he would hold it for us. I still trusted Ronnie, but came to realize that our "pool" money was really my money – Ronnie had no money of his own. Still, I thought 'we're together, what difference does it make who holds the money?' I was starting to have some doubts, but I still thought I was in love and that Ronnie was in love with me.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...
Second Chance By Julie O. Edited by Robert Arnold Chapter 1 (Sometime in 2008) In many ways it started off as very typical day. I arrived home from a long day at work, and after greeting Max the cat at the front door of my condo, I sorted through the day's mail. For the most part it was the usual collection of bills, magazines, and junk mail. However,...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am riding on the back of Matt Frawley's motorcycle. I press myself against him, and my breasts tingle as they tease his bulky, sweat stained back. We careen around curves on the Angeles Crest Highway, and we exit down a winding road into the National Forest. We roll to a halt in a gravel parking lot strewn with remnants of bikers' parties. Matt hides the bike in a stand of oaks. He puts his arm around my waist, and...
Secondary Education Chapter 2, The Trouble With PE By Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am rounding the last turn of the mandatory mile. Each footfall is unbearable. The sun, the smog, and the heat are relentless. Coach is screaming words I cannot hear over the blood pounding in my ears. I cross the finish line and collapse at his feet. "Get up, move around before you puke, Flowers." "I can't, Coach." It is too late. I retch on the ground at Coach's feet, a watery gruel. I...
Secondary Education By Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 3 Self Improvement Please email me a comment if you are enjoying (or not) my story. Our apartment is dark, hot and empty when I get home. I am a latchkey kid, and have been since my dad went to jail for the penultimate time, when he got his second strike for dealing meth back in '02. Now, he's in for 25, and I am sure Mom is heading back into custody for parole violation. In her waste basket I find used...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Please email me or post a comment if you like, or dislike my story. Thanks. Chapter 4 Initiation I wait in line at Target behind a squat Latina and her raucous brood. She barks shrill commands and threats, which they cheerfully ignore as they slip cheap toys into her already stuffed shopping cart. Her boyfriend ignores the anarchy as he adds an armful of last minute items to their tottering pile of goods. The cashier...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho. I awake alone, my limbs twisted in rumpled sheets. The tattered window shade flaps in a desultory breeze billowing in one moment, sucking against the screen in the next. The cheerful trill of a passing ice cream truck making its final rounds makes me hungry, and I drag myself from the bed. I look out the window into the gloaming. It's night. I have slept a couple of hours. The...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 6 Night on the Town I sit in the back seat of a speeding, SUV, wedged between two Mara soldiers. Jose's corpse lies under a bloody blanket behind us, his face obliterated by the pointblank blast from Antoine's shotgun. Hector drives the Escalade up and down Jefferson Boulevard, the uneasy border between the Crip and Mara fiefdoms, speeding past its many shuttered used furniture stores, but slowing as he...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 7 The Tipping Point The rising sun paints the smoggy sky over Los Angeles fuchsia. The air is dense with the smoke of distant wildfires. The breeze is already hot. It stirs the trash from overflowing garbage cans and sends it tumbling down the streets. Greasy food wrappers twirl in trash cyclones: In and Out, Jack in the Box, Weinerschnitzel. The sight makes me nauseous, and I choke back a gag. My eyes...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete I cinch a belt around the baggy waist of my Dockers. The pants' seat and thighs are just as tight as the waist is loose. My old boy clothes don't fit my new body. It is as Tyler, rather than Tyla, that I am re- enrolling, two weeks late, in Fairfax High's summer program. I wrap my boobs with an Ace bandage to squeeze them flat, and cover up my curves with tee shirt and a faded Kobe...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 9, Seeing No Evol Matt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of August sunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his defender. Matt deftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it to Antoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores an easy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for a moment meet mine until he is distracted by...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 10 Reincarnation I am asleep in the arms of my Bodhisattva. He strokes my forehead. "Look within to find consciousness of the skandhas that survived your rebirth." I concentrate, and focus on a fuzzy, black and white image. "I was Private Flores, an American warrior in the jungle battles of Laos. I killed many and died filled with guilt and hatred. These passions survived inside me, and even they roil...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Is This Nirvana? Chapter 11 I awaken with a shudder. A fractured ray of sunlight pierces the crack between a pair threadbare quilts which have been hung as an makeshift curtain. From outside I hear the clamor of banda piped through the tinny speakers of a catering truck. A hot breeze wafts a rancid flume of stale cooking oil, jalapeno and stewed pork. I feel nauseous, and choke back a heave. I have mind-splitting...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 12, My Missing Pieces Oprah's over, Rikki Lake's not on yet, and Dr. Phil depresses me. So I flick off the television. I pick up a month-old "Us" magazine: Lindsey's back in rehab, Paris is busted for DUI again, same old, same old. I throw it back on the table and wish I had something to do. I am a high school dropout. During my convalescence after being castrated, I missed the start of school at Hollywood...
Secondary Education Chapter 13 Screen Kisses [email protected] This is a continuation of a sexually explicit story. If depictions of sex disturb you, or if you are under the age of 18, do not read this story. All persons and events depicted herein are fictional. If you like, hate or otherwise react to this story, please email me at the address above or post a comment to the site where you read it. Xoxox, TF I am squeezed between Ocho Loco and Hector on the sagging,...
Secondary Education Chapter 14 Betrayal [email protected] In Tyla's harsh demi-monde, how shall she discern the betrayer from the betrayed? Cautionary Note: This is adult erotic fiction (not fantasy) and should not be read by non-adults or by adults who are offended by violence or explicit erotica involving under-aged transgendered protagonists. All persons depicted are fictional, and...
I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesI had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesSecond Chance, By Armond "I come bearing gifts," she said, holding up a white sack. "We had a bunch left over, and I hated to see them go to waste." "Chocolate chip scones? Gina Strega, you are sinful," Marita said, peering in the bag. She grabbed the one with the most chips and bit in; crumbs tumbled down her white blouse. "You don't have to stuff us with yummy bribes, dear, we ARE changing you back." "I wasn't trying to bribe anyone," Gina said, "I thought you might...
Like most high school sweethearts, Gail and I had dreams and plans. We would go to the same college, settle down, get married, and have kids. Things just didn't work out that way. For a start, we were approved for different colleges. Of course, we pledged to stay together and continue our relationship and we did that for several months. But, little by little, the calls and texts dwindled to a few — then none. Despite wanting it to work, our deepest fears were realised and our relationship fell...
Love StoriesWhat puzzled her was that even though her parent’s finances were shaky, they always seemed to have the money to send her to prestigious private schools. She had earned a bachelor’s degree, an MBA and now just completed her law degree, all from Ivy League universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting companies in between her degrees. She asked her mother a few times over the years how they could afford her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other...
It had been three years. Three looooooong years as far as her libido was concerned. She’d stayed far away from all of it; buried herself in her awful temp job that had since become a permanent secretary position, not that it’s permanence made it any better, just more predictable. She’d aided her ailing mother until she’d died six months before and her sister was so far AWOL she hadn’t even shown to the funeral. She was alone and emotionally destitute when not so long ago her life...
Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first time he had lost control of his drinking and did not appreciate the consequences. He smacked his mouth in disgust as it tasted like he had...