The Massage
It was a lonely cold evening, as I traveled down the highway, the life of a trucker can be quite a lonely one. Especially when my beautiful wife was back home and we were apart. I was about a week into my two week run, and I was going to have to stop before long and sit for a while to reset my clock to have hours for the next week. I was a couple hundred miles away from where I could park the truck. I badly wanted to be back home with my lady, but also knew that once I got the chance to stop,...