Sleeping with Strangers
Half an hour later a sign for the motorway services finally appeared, not even hesitating; I indicated and pulled off up the slip. It was a dingy little services. Thinking I better grab some food I pulled onto the petrol station forecourt and dived into the kiosk. Grabbing a sandwich and some pop I tagged onto the end of the massive queue, gazing out of the windows I noticed a guy watching me, I had no idea who he was but I was sure he was definitely watching me. “That’s three pounds...