“Robbie, can I use your iPod for a while to make my calls?”
I turned slowly and returned to the desk in a trance. Sex I’d known her for less than a day, but I believed that I’d finally found someone that shared my goals and values. “Can we talk for a minute?”
I motioned toward the desk chair and she moved to it, pausing for a moment to look around before sitting down. “God Robbie, you are touching my cervix when I do that and it feels fucking good”. “But I wasn’t completely honest with you in the car today, Robbie. I told her so. I waited for a few moments, and then told her that I thought she was an exceptional woman and that she must be right – she’d just picked the wrong guys. She pointed at my license plate. I’m a creature of habit and I tend to use the same rest areas every time I travel to top off on gas and to pick up coffee or snacks. I’ve been on my way home for about a week.”
I asked her if she felt safe hitchhiking and if she experienced any problems.
