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 ï>¿Escort Driver by Isabella

   I ran as fast as I could but I still missed the bloody bus...I'd been to
yet another job interview, I'd been given every reason for why they
wouldn't give me a job in the last three months since finishing my degree,
you'd have thought that getting a 'One-one' in Geography would mean that I
could walk into any job but for most companies, I was over qualified...too
old...too young...under qualified...too big...too small...poor hand-eye
coordination...too excitable...too laid back.  For today's company, I lived
too far away from their factory, they had another factory that was closer
to my home but that factory wasn't looking for staff at the moment.

   I'd gone for the interview looking my best, I was wearing a short floral
dress, new tights, polished shoes, face made up to within an inch of its
life and my long hair piled high on my head but because it was winter, I'd
topped the outfit off with a long woollen coat.

   I stood at the bus stop checking my mobile phone to see how long I'd
have to wait for the next bus into Northampton.  The factory was so far
away from home that I'd need to take one bus into Northampton and then
another bus out to Kettering and a third bus to Finedon, the town that I
lived in.

   There was a loud hooter blast from a truck driving towards me, it wasn't
unusual for truck drivers to hoot their horns at me when I was out in a
short summer dress but it was unusual for them to hoot at me in the winter
when I was wearing a long winter coat.  I looked up, the truck driving
slowly towards me had 'SHH' in huge red letters across its white bonnet.  I
thought, it could be Mick Cooper!' Mick was the father of Colin Cooper, an
ex boyfriend of mine from the previous year.  Mick usually drove massive
trucks, okay, the eighteen wheeler that was driving slowly towards me
wasn't small but it was half the size of anything that I'd ever seen Mick
driving before.

   He stopped opposite the bus stop and leaned out of his window, "Hi
Sarah...I thought it was you, I think you've missed the bus though darling,
I passed it at the bottom of the hill!"

   I nodded my head, "Oh hi Mr Cooper...I know, I was just leaving the
office when I saw the bus go past."

   "Call me Mick please Sarah...you working here now then darling?"

   "I was hoping...but I think that they are looking for a drone, it
frightens them when they interview someone with better qualifications then
them!"

   My phone pinged, it was just telling me that the next bus was scheduled
to arrive at my stop in seventy-five minutes time.  I turned my phone
towards Mick as if he could read my phone's small screen from the other
side of the road, "The next bus to Northampton isn't due for over an hour."

   "God blimey...an hour out in this cold...and it looks like rain's on its
way too darling...Look, I've got to take this load back to the yard and
then I'm finished for the day...why don't you come with me...I can drop you
off at home well before the Northampton bus gets here!"

   I tossed a mental coin in my head...it could be close to three hours
before I got home by bus so the coin was teetering on the edge of falling
in favour of me jumping in the front of Mick's truck and accepting a lift
home from him...suddenly, a third factor jumped into play ahead of the bus
or truck option, a ball of water that was about the size of a golf ball hit
me square on the top of my head.

   I ran for the lorry as the clouds above me burst into a deluge.  By the
time I climbed up into the truck's cab, I was quite literally soaked to the
skin...all the way through to my bra and knickers.

   Mick looked over at me and grinned, "You'd better take your coat off and
hang it on the hook above the door before the water soaks through it!"

   "Too late for that Mick...much too late!"

   I shook my head, the rain had caused my carefully structured hairstyle
to collapse and my makeup had been mainly washed away too.

   "There's a towel in my bag in the sleep cab...you can slip through and
make yourself presentable again!"

   Mick stopping for me had caused a slight tailback of traffic and those
cars were now overtaking Mick so he couldn't pull away for a few minutes, I
crawled through from the front of the lorry's cab to the sleep section,
just a single bed with Mick's overnight bag sitting in the middle of the
bed.  I looked over my left shoulder as I slipped through the gap, Mick was
looking at the backs of my legs as I crawled through trying to see my
knickers...not that it was a problem, I'd been going out with Colin for six
months, I'd slept over at their house many times and had often bumped into
Mick in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom while I was
wearing only my bra and knickers and Mick had been in just his
underpants...so Mick had seen me in my underwear more often than fully
dressed over the months.

   "The towel is in my overnight bag Sarah!"

   I unzipped the bag and pulled the towel out...dragging with it a glossy
magazine that fell open on the bed just as the airbrakes were released on
the truck and it jolted forward...Mick looked over his shoulder and saw the
book open on the bed.

   "Sorry darling...you'll have to excuse the magazine...it's been a long
week away from my Sarah..."

   Mick was looking forwards again as he changed gears on the truck,
"...how wet is your dress?"

   "Soaking...all the way to my skin."

   "You could close the curtains, undress and find something clean in my
bag to put on, if you hang the dress in front of the heater, it should be
dry by the time we get to my depot!"

   Well, okay, I was suspicious...twenty-two year old girl, naked in the
back of a horny, fifty-something, truckers cab after he'd been away from
his home comforts for a week...could spell danger but this wasn't a little
car, it would take quite a while for Mick to park the truck up and be free
enough to make a move on me...I could be fully dressed again by then!

   I found a t-shirt in the bag and a pair of boxer shorts so I stripped
off and hung my dress in front of the sleep-cab's heater in the back of the
truck.  I dried myself on Mick's towel and dressed in his boxers and
t-shirt.  I cleaned the remnants of my makeup from my face and I brushed my
hair through.

   "What kind of work were you looking for Sarah?"

   "Anything...really...anything at all!"

   "What were you going for in that factory?"

   "I was going for production line inspector!"

   Mick laughed, "What does that involve?"

   "Watching cakes coming out of the oven to see if they were the right
colour or if they had been over cooked...they didn't want me because I'm
too bright, they thought that watching a thousand Victoria sponges an hour
on a conveyor belt would bore me too much!"

   "So, what were you looking for really?"

   "The way things are going Mick, I'd be willing to do anything...even at
minimum wage, I've been looking for three months and there is nothing in my
skill range."

   "Do you have a full driving licence?"

   "Yes."

   "Any penalty points on it?"

   "Nope...my grandfather paid for my driving lessons when I was seventeen
but I've never been able to afford to buy a car yet so I haven't had the
chance to get into trouble."

   "Is is a manual or an automatic licence?"

   "Manual."

   "And you've had it for three years now?"

   "Yes but I've hardly ever driven since I passed my test."

   "Have you ever considered being an escort?"

   I looked at his dirty book, it just happened to have fallen open at an
advert for Wellingborough Escort Services, 'The right girl for every
occasion at a reasonable price!', on the top of the page and a story about
a man paying for an escort to look after his sexual needs under the advert.

   I was trying to formulate what I should say...or should I reach through
the curtains and slap his face.

   My shocked silence caused Mick to laugh out loud, "Not a prostitute you
dozy Muppet...an escort for my truck...I've been stuck in this heap of crap
for two months because my last escort was poached by another haulier for
more money and my boss can't find anyone to replace him...they're turning
heavy work away at the moment, loosing thousands of pounds worth of revenue
a week."

   I laughed in nervous relief, "What does that kind of escort work entail
Mick?"

   "You have to drive a transit van behind my truck and follow my
instructions at all time to stop other drivers trying to get too close to
me to keep me and them safe."

   We pulled up in front of his depot's office, "Is your dress dry yet?"

   "Not quite."

   "Try my clean jeans on from my bag."

   I slipped my legs into his jeans, the waistband was far too big but
there was a belt that allowed me to pull them tight around my waist and I
had to roll an inch turn-up in the bottoms of the legs.  Mick called over
his shoulder, "Put my trainers on...you might have to pack newspaper in the
toes to make them fit you...ish!" I slipped out from the sleep cab dressed
from head to toe in Mick's clothes.

   "Right Sarah, go into that first office on the left and ask if you can
speak to Peter Sampson, tell him that you're interested in being an escort
driver.  He'll ask if you've ever driven a transit van, be truthful but say
something like, 'It's just a big car really' and remember to tell him that
you're willing to turn your hand to anything that needs doing!"

   Mick gave me a quick, 'Escort driving 101 course' so that I didn't look
a total twat in Peter Sampson's eyes during my interview.

   I looked a total fright, no makeup on my face, my hair hanging straight
down, limp and lifeless, my pretty dress still hanging in the sleeping area
of Mick's truck.  The t-shirt I was wearing had a 'V' neck and I wasn't
wearing a bra under it...to make things worse, I had to leave the t-shirt
hanging out of the jeans, covering the waistband of my borrowed trousers
which were far too baggy for me and on my feet, not stylish five inch
heeled shoes with a high gloss polish on them, I was wearing size eight
trainers on my size six feet with newspaper inside to stop them falling off
of my feet.

   I walked into reception and saw a woman wearing the same overalls that
Mick wore to drive his truck...I was convinced that she was a female truck
driver rather than a receptionist.

   "What can I do for you madam?"

   "Is the receptionist around?"

   She laughed at my question, "I'm the receptionist dear."

   "Gosh...I'm sorry...I thought that you were one of the drivers..." I
shook myself free of my embarrassment, "...erm...would it be possible to
see Paul Sampson please?"

   She picked the phone up and put it to her ear, "May I ask what it is
about please?"

   "I'm looking for work, I've heard that you guys are looking for escort
drivers!"

   She held a finger up to stop me talking, "Hi Peter, I have a young lady
here looking for an interview for an escort driver's vacancy."

   She gave the telephone handset a strange look, "He's gone...sorry,
didn't say a word!" Then she looked up, it sounded like a stampede above
our heads and an elderly man burst through the door at the bottom of the
stairs.

   He rushed over to me and held out his right hand...my father always
said, 'If a man offers to shake your hand at a job interview, give him a
firm hand shake'...he even demonstrated, 'Make sure that the web between
your thumb and index finger presses against his!'

   I gave Peter my best handshake, his left hand patted my right shoulder
as we shook hands and as our right hands parted, he was guiding me out of
the reception area and out into the yard.  I saw Mick dropping his trailer
off at the back of the yard.  As we walked along, Peter was asking me all
kinds of questions, I gave him a good series of answers, based on the quick
tutorial that Mick had given me...including the, 'A transit van is just a
big car...I don't really see any difference.'

   I was taken over to a transit van and Peter walked me around it,
pointing out the special features, I'd never seen a panel van like the one
that Peter was showing me, there were no windows in the side of the van,
apart from the ones in the front doors but there were two rows of seats in
the van, three in the front and four in the back as if it were part bus and
part van.  There was a compartment behind the second row of seats and when
the rear doors were opened, the van part of the vehicle was filled with
things like large cans of oil, hydraulic fluid, water and the like...there
was even a twenty-four volt truck battery that was connected to a charging
point so that it was always topped up, in case the main truck needed a jump
start while out on the road.

   "Right Sarah, here are your keys, what checks will you need to do before
you drive this vehicle?"

   Again, Mick had prepared me for this part of my interview.  I unlocked
the driver's door and searched in the door pouch for a little digital tyre
pressure meter.  I looked on the inside of the door pillar where the front
and rear tyre pressures were written in indelible marker pen.  I read out
loud, "Twenty-five front...thirty rear!"

   I checked all four tyres and replaced the pressure gauge in the door
pouch, then I popped the bonnet and lifted it.  I touched the
radiator...just a quick exploratory tap to check if it was hot, then a
longer touch to make sure, then I put the flat of my hand on top of the
pressure cap and pressed down hard before turning my hand, undoing the cap
but didn't release it quickly, I eased the pressure off gently, just in
case there was any residual pressure still in the system.  I looked inside
the expansion tank, "Signs of rust but no oil contamination or mousse, so
the cylinder head gasket is probably okay!"

   I took a paper tissue out of my shoulder bag before removing the
dipstick, I wiped it clean, then folded the tissue to give me a clean
surface before dipping the sump again...this time, when I pulled the dip
stick out of the sump, I rested it on the tissue and looked at it, "The oil
looks clean, the level is mid way between the higher and lower mark so all
is fine there".  I replaced the dipstick then shook the battery to make
sure that it was firmly secured in the tray.  "Brake fluid level is fine
and a good red colour, same with the clutch and power steering levels."

   I closed the bonnet and then went to the cab, I started the engine, and
said, "Fuel tank is full and no warning lights on the dashboard!"

   I turned the lights on, including the hazard lights and beacons before I
walked to the back of the van, I looked at the massive yellow sign on the
back and checked that all of the lights at the back of the van were working
properly and that there were no defects, "Can you just put your foot on the
brake pedal please Mr Sampson so that I can see if the brake lights are
working properly?"

   He did and then joined me at the back of the van again, "What would you
have done if you were on your own Sarah?"

   "I would have used a reflective surface and tested the brakes by myself
from their reflection."

   I opened the back doors, there was a forty-five litre barrel of diesel
in the back of the van, I tested it by pulling at it, it moved, the same as
all of the other containers...fortunately, the lorry battery was strapped
down, so that couldn't move.  "These tanks could do with being secured, if
someone shunted the van in the rear, the diesel tank could fall over onto
the battery terminals and start a fire!"

   "When we get back, I'll go through a vehicle defect/improvement system
to report your concerns about the stowage of flammable liquids in the rear
compartment of the escort van and introduce you to the garage foreman!"

   He looked very impressed at the thorough job I'd done of checking the
van, then he went over to Mick and told him to pick up the seventy foot
long trailer on the back of his tractor unit to take it for a little drive
out on the open road.

   While Mick was reversing his tractor unit onto the long trailer, Peter
asked me how I could help Mick get his long rig out of the yard without
causing him any danger.

   "I could plonk the escort van in the middle of the road to the right of
the gateway, set the matrix to, 'Abnormal load manoeuvring, do not pass'
and use a 'STOP/Go' board to the left of the gateway and stop the traffic
from the left!"

   "Anything else that you can think of?"

   "Warning signs fifty yards away from the gateway in each direction...but
here, I've already seen those warning signs are permanently posted on
roadside posts so we shouldn't need them here!"

   "Right, Mick is ready, block the road for him!"

   "I can't, I need high visibility clothing to work at the roadside!"

   "Very good, what could you do if you don't have any high visibility
clothing?"

   "I could ask the driver if he has a spare coat that I could use..." and
then I remembered something that Mick had told me, "...or, I could check
the lockers in the middle compartment to see if there is a tabard back
there, that would do!"

   "Very good, Mick is on radio channel thirty seven, call him to see if
he's ready to move off!"

   I drove the van to the gate, I checked both directions and pulled out to
the left, that was the way that Mick would be driving, then I reversed ten
yards back along the road to the right of the gate.  I advanced the matrix
controller from 'Caution Abnormal Load' through other messages to the one
that said, 'Abnormal load manoeuvring, do not pass'.

   "As there isn't anything coming, will I need to use the stop/go board?"

   Peter shook his head, "No, that would be overkill for this road."

   I sat in the middle of the road stopping nothing at all from driving
past the haulage company's gateway while Mick pulled an empty trailer out
of the yard.  From Mick's position in the gateway, I thought that he had
changed his mind and that he was about to turn right, rather than the
planned left turn.

   I held my nerve and just sat there in the driving seat of the transit
and Mick was half way across the road when he finally swung the steering
wheel to the left to make his left turn with enough clearance to not take
the left gate posts out with the back half of his trailer.  The rear wheels
of the trailer were also turning to swing the back of the trailer a little
more over to the right.  I keyed the microphone, "Stop...stop...stop, Mick,
you're too close to the gatepost on the right hand side!"

   Mick asked me to take the walky-talky and decamp from the van to get a
closer look at the back of the trailer.

   I stood right next to the gate post and called out in inches just how
close the bed of the trailer was to colliding with the wall, Mick wiggled
the rear wheels of the trailer until he managed to extricate the lorry from
the yard.  By the time I walked back to the van, there were two cars
waiting behind the van, stopped by the matrix sign.

   I waved a 'thank you' to the drivers for waiting, sat in the van and
reset the matrix sign to 'Caution Abnormal Load' and set off slowly behind
Mick for a ten mile circuit around minor country roads.  Mick was using the
radio to tell me to protect his off side, that meant that I had to move to
the right hand side of the road to stop vehicles trying to overtake him. 
We needed to take a left turn into a very narrow lane, I had to start by
protecting his off side while he crossed the centre line of the road, and
then protecting his near side to stop bikes and motorcycles from trying to
undertake him as he turned at a half a mile an hour into the lane.

   The ten mile circuit took over an hour as I displayed to Peter Sampson
that I could be trusted with the task of looking after Mick Cooper's rear
end.  Once back at the depot, I was told to drive the transit van to the
garage to see the mechanic, I was shown how to fill in the
defect/improvement form, Peter said, "Usually, this form would be handed
to, Gordon, the garage foreman...if it is for a defect, it will be up to
Gordon to assign a repair date, depending on how dangerous the defect is,
if it is a suggested improvement, Gordon will submit it to the director in
charge of the fleet..." Peter handed the form over to Gordon who read it
and then handed it back to Peter, "...thanks Gordon, I think that this
improvement is valid, could you please implement it in our fleet of escort
vans as soon as possible!"

   I was taken to Peter's office where he checked my details, fortunately,
because I'd been on a job hunt all week, I had things like my driving
licence, birth certificates and my qualifications in my shoulder bag so
Peter could see how long I'd held a full licence and things like that.

   "So, are you able to start working for me tomorrow morning at six
o'clock Sarah?"

   In my head I thought, 'Wow...he doesn't mess about!', "Erm, sure...but
six o'clock in the morning might be a little early though, the first bus
out of Finedon won't run until six o'clock...I guess I could get my father
to drop me off or something."

   "Just sign here Sarah please!"

   I signed the form and Mick made a phone call to their insurance company
to put me on their company's insurance record as a named driver.

   "There's no need to worry about the time Sarah, you can take the escort
van home and drop Mick Cooper off on the way or he can take you home and
bring you back in the morning, you'll need a week's worth of clothes and
your wash kit.  You'll be escorting an oversized load to Aberdeen, that'll
take a few days there and back."

   I was taken to a store room and given a selection of corporate uniform
items, from t-shirts to waterproof coats and steel toecap trainers.  Most
of the clothes were the uniforms of female office staff apart from the
yellow waterproof coat, that was a small men's, so it buried me.

   I walked out into the yard staggering under the weight of all my company
uniform items, Mick smiled at me, "I don't need to ask you how it
went...where did you leave our van?"

   "At the garage."

   Mick had his overnight bag in his hands and my dress was draped over his
arm, we walked together in time to see the mechanic dabbing white paint
onto a welded bracket on the inside frame of the van.  The welder had
installed a top bar and a side bar with ratchet strap points on it, one for
each tank of liquid that the van carried.  "You can take the van but watch
yourself on the wet paint!"

   I stowed my new clothes in the lockers in the mid section of the van,
Mick's bag and my clothes were put on the back seat.  Mick closed the
sliding door behind me saying, "You can change back into your own dress
while I drive you home!"

   "Nice try Mick but the back of the van is far too public to strip off
in!"

   Mick was in the driving seat by now, "Well, if you're going to be a
spoilsport...you can close the curtains." He reached over his shoulder and
flicked the curtain that was tucked in behind his seat.

   "Why does the van have curtains between the front and rear seats?"

   "Most escort drivers sleep back there on the bench seat, Gavin...my last
escort driver, preferred to bed down with me in the double bed in my sleep
cab, especially in the winter, my cab is far warmer than the back of the
escort van!"

   I closed the curtains over and Mick mumbled, "Spoilsport" again.

   "I'm not doing it because of you Mick...it's the eighty million people
outside the van that I don't want to see me getting changed back here!"

   I had to sit down to get changed because road movement in the back of
the van made it impossible to stand up.  After two minutes of silence, Mick
shouted over the noise of the van's engine as he drove me homewards,
"Anyway...I've seen you naked loads of times before!"

   That comment came as a shock to me, I'd been naked in Mick's house loads
of times but I didn't believe that he'd ever seen me...unless he had a way
of spying in his son's bedroom..."How...erm...when have you seen me naked?"

   Mick laughed at me as my head popped through the centre of the curtains,
being careful not to expose my naked body to the world..."When have you
seen me naked?"

   "How good is your memory?"

   "Pretty good...why?"

   "Can you remember back to when you were four years old?"

   "Some of it, why?"

   "You went to Weymouth with your mum, dad and grandparents...while your
dad and grandparents were on Weymouth's beach, your mother took you off for
a walk to the naturist beach!"

   That little snippet of history made me gasp, Mick looked at my face and
chuckled again, "I see that you can remember something from back then!"

   "I'm not sure...I have an image in my head from back then, me and my mum
were in the dunes, my mum was totally naked and while she was undressing
me, a man joined us but I can't remember much about the man, he was behind
my mum, I didn't see much of him!"

   Mick laughed again, "That man was me...your mother arranged for me to
join her because she loves anal sex and your dad refuses to do anything but
straight sex with her."

   "How come my mother asked you to go there?"

   "Didn't you know that I went out with your mother for four years before
she married your father?"

   I pulled my dress on over my head and opened the curtains, "No, I had no
idea...they never talk about old boy or girlfriends, I just assumed that
mum was dad's first girlfriend and that he was her first boyfriend!"

   Mick's chuckle turned into a belly laugh, "Kids always assume that their
parents are innocent and never had sex apart from the time that they had
them...you know, just the one fuck and never did it again!  Well, your
mother was your father's first girlfriend but your mother had dozens of
lovers before she met your father...possibly even hundreds."

   "What makes you think that she had so many lovers when she was younger?"

   "She had sex with twenty men that I knew about while she was my
girlfriend, I watched her with most of them and encouraged her to have even
more!"

   I had a tight squeeze to get through the small gap between the two front
seats of the van...Mick slapped my arse when I was half way through the
gap, it was a good thing I had my back to him or he may have touched
somewhere more sensitive.

   I sat on the seat by the door and fastened the seatbelt.

   "Who gets home first Sarah, your mum or your dad?"

   "They usually arrive home about the same time!"

   "That's a pity...if your mother got home first, you might have found out
just how good friends me and your mother still are if your dad was out of
the way for an hour or so!"

   He looked over at me and grinned at my obvious embarrassment.

   I looked at him to try and gauge if he was telling me the truth or if he
was allowing his dirty book's fantasy stories to smudge through the walls
of fantasy into real life...he had, after all, been away from his wife's
loving arms for a week and from what I remembered about my time sleeping
with Colin at his house, Mick and Sarah fucked more than me and Colin!

   That memory caused a little tingle between my legs...I was after all,
sitting almost naked, just a few feet away from a very horny older
man...and I couldn't remember the last time I had sex...

   "So, who's the current boyfriend then Sarah?"

   I smiled at him, "No boyfriend at the moment Mick, I left my last
boyfriend in Brighton...he didn't love me enough to move up here and I
guess that I was really fed up with Brighton after two years there."

   "God...I go mad if I don't have sex for a week...it's a good job that
most truckers are bisexual or a week on the road would be a hell of a long
time!"

   That caused me to smile as my mind was totally boggled...Mike had just
told me that my mother liked anal sex and Mick had admitted that was
bisexual...it must be very confusing to be in bed with Mick, wondering
exactly who was going to do what...and to whom!

   We were waiting to turn right into my town, I saw my dad driving towards
us, after he turned left into the village, we followed him around, Mick
said, "Damned it!" Under his breath when he realised that the car in front
of him belonged to my father.

   I was in silent contemplation trying to remember back to that holiday
eighteen years ago...I was finding little snippets of information seeping
back into my hippocampus from deep storage...Mick had perfectly described
that day on holiday, the only way that he could have done that was...hell,
he was there that day.  I was naked in the dunes playing with my bucket and
spade, mum was on her hands and knees, helping me, she was also naked, the
man behind her was naked too.  The thing that bothered me most was that
sixteen years ago, we didn't all have mobile phones so my mother couldn't
have arranged a meeting on the spur of the moment, a meeting like that had
to have been organised before we left home.

   Another memory popped into my head, there were other men...not on other
days...there were other men there while Mick was behind my mum, other men
watching what Mick was doing to her, naked men, one even took over helping
me to build my sand castle while my mum turned away from me...she was
sucking one man while Mick was still behind her.

   "So, you and my mum were dating more than twenty years ago then?"

   He laughed out loud again, "I've been looking after your
mother's...let's say...more taboo sexual needs off and on for the last
thirty years...admittedly, not as often as I'd like, when your mother has
an itch that she needs scratching, she phones me up and if I'm in the area,
she pops out to meet me somewhere in my truck, she loved taking me and
Gavin on at the same time!"

   "So...you and her are still...at it...together then?"

   "Whenever we can...so long as your dad is out of the way...mind you, I'm
sure I could take her in front of him in the living room while he's reading
his Sunday newspaper and he wouldn't even notice!"

   We followed dad down to our house, dad pulled onto the drive and Mick
pulled up just past the end of our drive.  I slipped out of the passenger
door with my wet knickers and bra in a carrier bag.  Dad looked at me and
then at Mick, "Hey darling...are you and Colin back together again?"

   I shook my head, "No, I've got a job as escort driver for Mick at
Sampson Heavy Haulage and I'm starting tomorrow...Mick is picking me up at
five-thirty in the morning."

   I got a hug and a congratulatory kiss on my cheek from my father and as
he was doing that, I was watching Mick, he was looking through his
overnight bag, retrieving his dirty magazine...he rolled it into a cylinder
and walked over to my dad.  "You still like a little read John?"

   I was totally surprised by my father's reaction, his face lit up...he
grew a massive smile on his face and then I noticed something else
grow...down in the trouser area...and no twenty year old girl wants to see
that on their father!

   Dad almost snatched the book out of Mick's hand as he thanked him for
the magazine.

   Mick did a stage whisper that I clearly heard, "You'll find the story on
page seventeen of interest to you John!" Mick raised his eyebrows twice
suggestively and my dad shared a conspiratorial grin with Mick before he
forced a neutral expression to cover his guilty little secret as he looked
back at me.

   I'd only seen one page in that magazine and that was page seventeen, it
had a half advert for Wellingborough Escort Services with a story about the
man paying a young girl for sex...was that really what turned my father on?

   "Would you like a coffee Mick?"

   Mick checked his wrist watch, "I'm a little early to go home so I'd love
one..." I walked ahead of them down to the back door of the house, I heard
Mick say, "...wouldn't do to bump into my wife's latest boyfriend while
he's busy with her would it John...you know what I mean mate!"

   My dad laughed, I'd never known him laugh at anything rude or suggestive
before in my life.

   I opened the kitchen door and put the kettle on for the coffee, Mick was
ahead of my father as he walked into the kitchen behind me and as he walked
past me, he slapped my bottom playfully, I saw the reflection in the chrome
kettle, as Mick slapped my bum, he looked over his shoulder and grinned at
my father...I was surprised to see my dad return Mick's smile, there was
even a wink from my father as well as the grin.

   Dad sat in his usual seat with Mick's dirty book on his lap as I busied
myself making three cups of coffee.  I was just about to carry the tea tray
into the living room when Mick looked through to the kitchen.  Mick had a
devilish look on his face and he gave me a wink before turning to face my
father, "Hey John...I read a great story last week...I've asked the guy who
owns it if I can have the book when he's finished with it!"

   I saw my dad lean back in his chair, I realised that he was looking to
see where I was in the kitchen and I managed to sidestep out of his sight
just in time.

   "What was it about Mick?"

   Mick looked over his shoulder to wink at me but my dad thought that Mick
was checking to see if it was safe to talk openly with my father without me
hearing, "A married woman called Isabella had two kids, she left her
husband and the youngest child while she took her four year old daughter
for a walk to the local nudist beach..." Mick looked into the kitchen
again, gave me another wink and moved closer to my father.  "...as soon as
Isabella was in the dunes leading to the naturist beach, she took her
bikini off as well as her daughter's nappy.

   "A sexy young woman hidden away in the sand dunes...well, you can
imagine John...they didn't make it as far as the beach, three men started
to triple bang the mother, she forgot all about her daughter and two men
started playing with the little girl."

   I heard my father groan in pleasure but I almost dropped the tray as my
own memories started forming up in my mind.  I still couldn't remember Mick
as being one of the men but I did remember that the man who got behind my
mother had brought four other men with him, he told each of the men what he
expected them to do, the tall blond man was told to fuck my mother's mouth,
the short fat man with the hairy body was told to lie on his back on the
floor of the sand dune, a fifty year old man and a twenty something were
told to look after me..."Keep her out of the way, keep her quiet and keep
her happy!"...was what I could remember the man in charge telling them.

   I'd started to build a sand castle in the dunes as I wasn't allowed to
go down to the beach.  I was squatting in the sand a few feet away from the
tangle of bodies that was my mother and three men, the older man squatted
down at my side, he was rubbing his cock with his right hand and stroking
my hair with his left hand, he asked me if I had a boyfriend yet...I
remembered shaking my head..."Would you like me to be your boyfriend
Sarah?"

   I remembered looking at his right hand, he was rubbing his cock with his
right hand, masturbating himself slowly as he rubbed his fingers through my
hair.

   The younger man was behind me, he laughed and said, "Your cock is much
too big for her David, it'll be years before you could be little Sarah's
boyfriend."

   David laughed, "I'm not too sure Carl...she might squeal a little but
I'll bet you that I could get in her if her mother wasn't around and I
tried hard enough!"

   Carl said sternly, "David, the point is for it to be fun, not to torture
a girl with as much spirit as Sarah!"

   Carl put his hands beneath my legs and lifted me off the ground, he
pulled my legs wide open and placed me on top of David's lap, sliding me
down towards David's cock.  David started kissing me and he hooked his left
arm across my upper back to hold me in place.  Carl reached between my
legs, the tips of his fingers on either side of my pussy, he pulled me open
and David pressed the head of his cock in the space opened up between
Carl's fingers.  David was now rubbing the head of his cock against my
pussy as he was masturbating himself.

   David got off and injected his semen into my tiny hole but he didn't try
to get his cock in my body.  Once David was soft, Carl pulled me back
against his chest, his lips were against my ear and his erection sticking
between my legs, "Did you like that Sarah..."

   "...is that coffee brewed yet darling?" My father called out from the
living room, breaking the wire linking my brain to the events of sixteen or
seventeen years ago.

   "I'm just on my way dad!"

   As I handed my father his coffee, I looked down at his trousers, he was
rock hard and there was a wet spot above where his cock's little eye would
be.

   I sat behind my father on the window seat on the left hand side of the
living room, Mick was on the other side of the room, close to the doorway
out into the hall, the late afternoon sun was reflecting off of his company
uniform.  Dad was fighting the urge to read the story, he was trying...and
failing...to hold a disjointed conversation with Mick.  Every time my dad
dipped back into the story, Mick smiled at me.

   I heard a car out in the lane in front of our house, I spotted the front
grill of my mother's car, she had stopped short of our drive, I saw her run
down the side of the escort van, she yanked the sliding side door open and
then she looked very disappointed as she looked around to see if she could
spot where Mick had gone, she looked at my face as I sat on the window
seat, then she looked at my father, sitting in his favourite seat in the
living room, she looked a little confused until she spotted the yellow glow
from the right hand side of the room.  Her face turned into an almost
triumphant smile when she realised that Mick was in our living room.

   Mum left her car out on the road and ran down the side of the house. 
From my seat I could see her walk into the house, she called out, "John,
You'll never believe it, when I was helping Mr Pickering with his shower,
he was sick all over me, I'll need to soak this uniform overnight in bleach
to get rid of the smell!"

   Mum was actually looking straight at me as she lied to my father, her
uniform was gleaming white and looked in pristine condition to me.  As she
walked through the kitchen she pulled the press studs holding the front of
her uniform dress closed, unusual for my mother, she was wearing a very
large pair of white knickers and a very utilitarian bra.

   She disappeared into the utility room, she shouted, "How did your
interview go Sarah?"

   "I live too far away from the cake factory in Northampton, they told me
to try their factory in Rushden but I already tried there, they aren't
taking anyone on at the moment...but it's okay, I went for an interview at
Sampson Heavy Haulage this afternoon as a driver and I start tomorrow
morning, very early tomorrow morning!"

   Mum stepped back into the kitchen...strangely, while putting her overall
dress into a sink full of bleach, her large white knickers and bra had
changed into very sexy black knickers and bra set...now, it wasn't unusual
for my mother to walk around the house in just her knickers and bra...hell,
it wasn't unusual for her to walk around the house naked and even though my
dad was the kind of man who would dress in a three piece suit to dig over
his vegetable patch...I'd never even seen him in swimming trunks on the
beach, he was always dressed in long trousers and long sleeved shirt.

   Mum walked into the living room, she stopped at the side of my father's
seat before she looked at Mick and fought the smile from her lips,
"Oh...Mick...I had no idea...I'm sorry love, you've caught me in my
underwear!"

   Mick returned the smile, "No need to apologise Vicky, I never complain
about seeing a sexy young women in her underwear!"

   My dad looked up from his new magazine, he looked at my mother, lifted
his right hand up from his lap and patted her bottom gently through her
sexy black knickers, his expression was totally neutral, it was as if my
mother was dressed totally normally, "What was that you were saying about
Mr Redding darling?"

   "Not Redding darling...Pickering...Mr Pickering, he was sick all over my
clean uniform so I've had to soak it in bleach to try and get rid of the
smell, that's why I'm only wearing my underwear, I didn't have any other
clean clothes in the utility room dear!"

   My dad had already lost interest in my mother's plight, his eyes were
back on the story about the man paying a young escort for sex as he
mumbled, "Very nice dear...very nice!" He patted her bottom a few more
times before his hand returned to his lap, pressing his erection down under
his palm.

   Mum walked past Mick and as she did, she stroked her left index finger
along his jaw line and winked at him before saying, "Well, I'd better go
and take a shower before the smell sets in on me as well!"

   Mick grinned in my direction, "Well, I'd better be getting off home,
I've got to get an early night if I'm getting up at four-thirty in the
morning..." Mick looked over at me, "...you'd better get an early night as
well Sarah, it'll be a very long day for us tomorrow!"

   Mick turned towards the door that my mother had just walked through, I
stood up to see Mick to the front door, even though, entering the house
through the back door, it was really bad luck for him to leave through the
front door...he held up a hand, "No need to see me out love..." Mick raised
his eye brows a few times suggestively before leaving the living room.

   Dad didn't look up from his magazine but he did mumble, "Bye
Mick...thanks again for the book mate!"

   I was on my feet anyway so I went over to Mick's cup to take it through
to the kitchen to wash it but it was still full, I caught a movement
through the crack on the hinge side of the door out into the hallway.  I
closed the gap between myself and the door, realising that I had neither
heard the front door close, nor the tread of my mother's feet on the
stairs.

   Mum had taken her bra and knickers off and at the moment I focussed in
on her, she was going down into a squat in front of Mick, she pulled his
zip down and sucked him for a moment, he was stroking her hair and said,
"Cunt or arse Vicky darling?"

   "It's been ages...I'd like both, front first and back to finish off but
we don't have time!"

   Mick chuckled, "John won't surface out of that magazine for at least an
hour, we have plenty of time!"

   Mum looked towards the living room, "I'm not so worried about John but
my Sarah won't sit still for long...especially if she's got to get a bag
packed ready for tomorrow!"

   "I don't think Sarah will say anything...she never did before...just so
long as she has her fun as well!"

   Mum looked into the living room again, once she was happy that there was
no movement in here, she turned her back on Mick and leaned forward, laying
her bra and knickers over the newel post, "I don't want to risk
anything...let's just do it the quick way...I'll use John for my fun later
after your dirty book gets his engine up and running for him!"

   As Mick lined his cock up with mum's bum-hole, his facial expression
changed to a mask of impure lust and I instantly recognised that look and
the movements that he was making behind her, Mick was definitely one of the
men screwing my mother in the sand dunes at the side of that nudist beach,
he was behind her back then, just like he was now...I now wasn't one bit
surprised that mum was letting her boyfriend fuck her less than twenty feet
away from me and my dad, after all, she had been so desperate for sex with
her boyfriend that day sixteen years ago, she fucked him and several other
men while I was left in the sand to play with my bucket and spade, but the
two paedophiles had other plans for me that didn't include building
sandcastles!

   As I watched Mick and my mother, I wandered back in time...after the
older man had taken his pleasure, leaving his seed deposit between my legs,
the younger man had taken me over to my mother, he was behind me as he
exposed two men's cocks for me to watch them going into her body, one in
her front hole and the other up her bum, he was rubbing his own cock
between my legs and whispering in my ear, "My cock is much nicer than all
the other cocks here, wouldn't you prefer me to be your boyfriend?"

   As he said boyfriend, he pushed the head of his cock against my much too
tight hole and he added to the semen that had been left by the older man.
I'm sure that all the talk of men being my boyfriend during that holiday
was the reason that I was the youngest girl at my primary school to have an
'Official' boyfriend!

   I started at primary school in a class called 'Rising-fives' for kids
who were between four and five years old, it was more of an educational
playschool than serious school and even at the tender age of under five
years old, I was interested in all of the boys in my class.  Before I
started in 'Primary-one', I'd had my hand on the cocks of every boy in my
group and by the time I moved up to Primary-one I'd moved on to the older
boys in primary two and higher.

   I soon discovered that boys seemed to start masturbating somewhere
between Primary-three and Primary-four and by the time they were ten years
old in Primary five, they were frequent masturbators and starting to think
about girls seriously as they masturbated.

   One lunch time, I spotted Paul King hanging around the toilet block, he
was acting suspiciously, watching the teacher like a hawk until she was
distracted by a playground incident, as soon as he was sure that she was
suitably distracted, he slipped into the boy's toilet and I followed him
in. He was only just inside the door of the boy's toilet when he pulled his
cock out and started masturbating himself.  I cleared my throat and said,
"Can I help you with that Paul?"

   He grinned at me and turned his back on the urinals.  I stepped in and
started rubbing his cock, he kissed me for a few seconds and then his hand
slipped under my dress and when he didn't find any knickers under my dress,
he made free, fingering me as I was wanking him off.

   I'd just helped him to climax when the teacher's voice called out for
someone to stop running, the voice was real close so I ran for the door, I
jumped across the passageway into the girl's toilet, just as the teacher
walked into the passageway, she asked "What are you doing in here Mr King?
You know that you're supposed to use the playground toilets at lunch time
Paul!"

   "I just got caught short Miss...I needed to use the loo really bad!"

   "Well, out into the playground, you have ten minutes of your lunch break
left so go out and get some fresh air!"

   I stood behind the toilet door as the teacher looked into the girl's
toilet, she saw that the four stall doors were wide open and there was no
one at the sinks and fortunately she didn't look any further into the room
so I wasn't caught.

   I joined Paul in the playground and we talked about him being my
boyfriend...Paul was less than happy when I told him that I was going to
ask my mother if I could have a boyfriend, "If she says that I can, I'll
introduce you to her!"

   "Your mum and dad will kill me!"

   "They won't...well, my dad might but my mum will be cool about you being
older than me!" and Paul was older than me, almost twice my age.

   After school, my mother was waiting for me at the gate, I ran over to
her and she was about to drag me off home but I pulled back..."Mum, I want
to ask you a question."

   Mum checked her watch, she was obviously in a hurry but in the end she
sighed, "What is it darling?"

   "Am I old enough to have a boyfriend?"

   "Darling...you are the only one to know when you're old enough for
that!"

   "Well then, in that case, that is Paul King, he's in year five and I
want to be his girlfriend."

   Mum looked at the boy that I was pointing at and she smiled, "So...Paul
is quite a bit older than you then darling!"

   "Too old?"

   Mum laughed, "I guess that age isn't really an issue, if you like him,
that's good enough."

   It wasn't unusual for boys in year five to walk home alone but every
girl at primary school had an adult there to walk them home and Paul King
was one of those boys that looked after themselves after school until his
parents got home.

   When we got to my house, mum asked Paul what time he had to be home...I
hadn't even asked or even suggested that Paul stop over to play.  It was my
mother who asked Paul what time he had to be home and when he said that his
mother got home at six thirty, my mother told him that it would be okay for
him to keep me company until six o'clock.

   As usual, we entered the house by the back door and mother said, "Take
Paul up to your bedroom, don't make too much noise and don't make a mess."

   Paul couldn't believe his ears, he would expect a girl's mother to try
and keep a boy like him out of her daughter's bedroom.  As soon as I closed
my bedroom door Paul was kissing me and feeling me up under my dress,
pushing a finger up inside my body, he rubbed a few times and looked a
little disappointed that I didn't seem to be deriving any pleasure from his
finger fucking.

   I pulled away from him and I sat on my bed, I showed him what I did to
get my pleasure from my own fingers and then I took his cock out of his
trousers and I started rubbing it for him.  As he was starting to breathe
heavily, I watched the fountain of spunk shoot out of the little eye in his
cock.  Paul groaned..."What did you say darling?"

   I looked over my shoulder.  My dad was sitting in his favourite chair
reading his new magazine and was almost absentmindedly asking me what I'd
just said.

   I looked at the crack in the hinge side of the door again, what my
father had just heard was Mick Cooper climaxing behind my mother.  I looked
back, just in time to see Mick using my mother's knickers to wipe his cock
clean, he kissed her and then left the house through the front door.

   I looked back at my father, "I just asked if you were ready for another
cup of coffee yet father dear."

   He still didn't look up from the magazine, he just said, "No thank you
darling, I haven't finished this cup yet."

   I took Mick's still full cup of coffee to the kitchen and then went
upstairs, mum was naked, she was sitting on the toilet with the door wide
open...I knew the problem, I'd had enough boys and men do me up my bum in
the past to know how long it took a full load of semen to drain away by
nature alone.

   "Are you going to use the shower mum?"

   "No darling, I don't need a shower."

   I pulled my dress off over my head, mum didn't think there was anything
unusual about me wearing just a dress with nothing under it, in the summer,
it was standard operational procedure for females in our family to wear as
little clothing as possible.

   "I met Paul King's mother in the supermarket...his divorce has just been
finalised...you could try a few dates with him while you're between
boyfriends!"

   I turned the water on, "No, I don't like going back, I'll find someone
new soon, I'm sure of that!"

   "Well, while you're waiting to find your next boyfriend..." mum wiped
her bum and flushed the toilet without thinking, giving me a little issue
with the water temperature and pressure, as she walked out of the bathroom
she was saying, "...  you could do worse than looking for a little fun with
Mick Cooper...he's brilliant in bed and you're going to be spending the
next few days with him...you may as well have some fun out of it as well!"

   I stepped back under the warm water and thought, 'Mum passing on one of
her boyfriends...a sexual hand me down...whatever next?' to myself as I
soaped my body.

   While I was washing myself in the shower, my mother walked back in the
bathroom, she had a strap-on dildo, the cock part of the dildo was eight
inches long and around two and a half inches in diameter made out of soft
black rubber, she rinsed the dildo in the sink and dried it, "If you don't
want to let Mick fuck you, you might be kind to him and use this on
him...most boys from the Catholic school love being pegged."

   "Erm...mum, Dad went to the Catholic school..."

   "He did, he was in the same class as Mick, they were often fucked by the
same older boys at school!"

   Well, that was a bit of information that I'd never heard before.

   I was just stepping out of the shower when my father stepped through the
bathroom doorway, he wrapped my mother in his arms, kissed the back of her
neck and rubbed the bulge in his trousers against her buttocks, his hands
slipped down over her breasts and then he whispered, "It would be better if
we wait until tomorrow night to play with that darling I can make more
noise while Sarah is out of the house...for now, I just need a straight
fuck to get rid of this little problem!"

   "Pass me a towel please dad!"

   My dad jumped six feet away from my mother in a split second, he looked
in my direction, "I'm sorry darling, I thought that you were still in the
kitchen."

   I leaned past my father, rubbing my bare tits against his chest to get a
towel for myself, I pondered the prospect of wrapping myself in the towel
and leaving the bathroom to my mother and father but I changed my mind and
just started drying myself off while my father stood watching me like a
hawk looking at a fluffy bunny rabbit.

   I walked out of the bathroom still drying myself, I called over my
shoulder, "Shall I start dinner while you two finish up here?"

   Mum shouted that we were having lamb chops with minted new potatoes and
peas.

   "Okay mum, I'll get on with it as soon as I'm dressed."

   I just pulled a clean dress on over my head and then went to go down to
the kitchen.  Mum and dad were at the top of the stairs and my mum and dad
were actually already fucking in their bedroom and my dad was egging her on
to fuck him harder, faster and deeper.

   I cooked dinner and then shouted my parents but they obviously couldn
-(TM)t hear me over the sounds of dad's body slapping against mums so I had
to run up and knock their bedroom door.  I ate my dinner and then I packed
my bag and went to bed, fifteen minutes after I went to bed, my mum and dad
did the same, a very early night for the two of them...mind you, from the
sounds coming from their bedroom, they had no plans for going to sleep
early, as they were fucking, my mother asked my father to tell her all
about the magazine that he was reading earlier, she wanted to know what
parts of the story turned him on the most.

   I finally went to sleep to the sound of my mum and dad's bodies slapping
together as they fucked.

   I think I died after going to sleep because I didn't move, not even a
single muscle twitched until five-fifteen when my alarm clock triggered the
deregulator to shock me back into life, I went to hit the five minute
snooze button but before I pressed it, I heard grunting from my parents
bedroom...now this wasn't the first time that I'd woken to the sounds of my
parents fucking...actually, I don't even think it was the first time that
I'd woken in the morning to the sounds of my mother being fucked even if my
father was working away from home for a few days and I'd often fallen
asleep to the sounds of fucking but this was definitely the first time that
they had been fucking when I fell asleep and still fucking when I woke up.

   I did coffee and toast for my breakfast and was sitting on the window
seat when Mick pulled up in the escort van.  I rushed out and dropped my
bag off in the back of the van before jumping up into the front passenger
seat next to Mick.

   "Something wrong with your uniform?"

   I shook my head, "I don't think so, why?"

   "Well, you're at work now, you should be wearing it, especially your
high visibility jacket!"

   I looked over at him, "I'm sorry Mick but I left all my new stuff in the
locker in the back of the van yesterday."

   "Don't get me wrong, I love seeing you in a short dress like that but
the boss won't like it!"

   We drove to the depot and Mick got the Volvo FH16 700 prime mover and
drove it over to the heavy trailer, he closed the trailer down to its
smallest size so that it fell within the size range of a normal trailer and
then he parked the transit van on the back of the trailer and strapped it
down, "I don't need an escort driver now that I've reduced the size of the
trailer and I can drive at sixty miles an hour up to Aberdeen instead of
fifteen miles an hour!"

   I climbed up into the cab of the Volvo and we set off to the north.  It
would take all day to reach Aberdeen, actually a little more than a day, if
there were absolutely no holdups and we could drive at our top speed
without a break, it would take eight and a half hours but Mick could only
drive for eight hours and there were all kinds of rules like he had to take
a rest after so many hours, he had to take his meal break after four hours,
Mick's plan was to drive to The Edinburgh Coach & Truck Park, just south of
the River Forth.

   I had a really easy day for my first day at work, just sitting talking
to Mick and getting to know a few of the other truckers out on the open
road over the CB radio.  We had to make three stops during the day, two
were called mandatory rest breaks and one was his lunch break.

   The plan was to lay up over night at The Edinburgh Coach & Truck Park
and start for Aberdeen early in the morning.  We went out to a pub for our
dinner but I wasn't allowed to drink any alcohol, neither was Mick, if the
management of the company found out that Mick had drunk a single unit of
alcohol during our trip, they would sack him.

   As we reached the truck, Mick said, "Would you like to watch a little TV
before bed or do you need an early night?"

   "You said that we'll need to be on the road at five thirty in the
morning so that we can get the other side of the Forth Bridge before their
rush hour starts in the morning so I'd better get an early night!"

   "Just remember that if your van is too cold, you can share my bed, I
have a good quality heater and I can help to warm you up!"

   I went to my van's front door and found a layer of ice over the windows
and metal parts...driving north on a cold winters day, through stretches of
rain and stretches of high winds had covered my van with ice and of course,
the engine hadn't been running for over twelve hours so I opened the
sliding side door and grabbed my case, my case and my hi visibility rain
coat ready for the following day

   Mick was just turning his TV on as I opened the front passenger door of
his Volvo, I tossed my case up into the cab and then followed it up.

   Mick smiled at me and said, "Was it cold in your van?"

   I nodded my head, "There was even ice on the inside of the windows!"

   "Well, I guess that your mother warned you that I might try to get you
into bed on this trip?"

   I shook my head, "No, she didn't warn me that you might try but she did
tell me that I could do worse then let you, she assured me that it would be
a worthwhile experience!"

   Well, the TV was on but I never saw any of it because I was dragged
through into the sleep cab and was stripped naked so that Mick could have a
couple of hours of fun with me before we turned in and actually went to
sleep.  Mick didn't make love to me, he gave me a damned good seeing to, I
started sex very young and over the years I'd had a hell of lot of it but
I'd never been fucked for so long or so hard before.  I certainly saw what
my mother saw in Mick as a lover.

   I didn't get to sleep as early as I'd planned but the fucking Mike gave
to me certainly sent me to a good long sleep.  I woke at five and ran for
the toilet block, fortunately the toilet block had been made unisexual, a
series of stalls with toilet and wash basin in each one and on the doors
were both the symbol for men as well as women even though less than ten
percent of truckers were women and the number of women on long distance
driving was only one tenth of that percentage.

   I bumped into a driver from Kent.  As I walked into the building, he
asked me if I were Mick Cooper's escort driver.

   "I am, you know Mick?"

   He laughed, "Well, I know him well enough to know that he'll be like a
caged tiger after having to behave himself all week...I mean, having his
daughter escorting him on a long trip like this!"

   It was my turn to laugh, "I'm not Mick's daughter...I used to go out
with his son off and on for a year but we're not related at all!"

   "Really...because you have Mick's eyes and his mouth, I was sure that
you were one of Mick's kids!"

   I laughed again, "One of Mick's kids, he only has one kid, just his son,
that's all."

   "No, he had more, he has a woman and a child in almost every city in the
UK and some on the continent too...he set me up once with one of his
daughters when I was on a three lay-over in Hull waiting for a ship with
engine trouble to get towed into port.  Mick's daughter was one of the best
lays I'd ever had!  Her mother wasn't bad either."

   I went into the toilet cubical and looked at myself in the mirror, I
shook my head but as I did I got a flash of what the guy from Kent could
see, a little flash of Mick looking back at me.

   When I got back to Mick, he was just making final checks that the
lashings on my van were still tight and I challenged him, asked him flat
out if he was my father and then I got the full story as we drove from
Edinburgh to Aberdeen, my mother and father had been trying for a child for
four years but they were incompatible, one of the tests that they took
showed that their blood groups were too close a match and my mother's
antibodies saw my father's semen as a defective part of my mother's own
body and treated it as an invader and not a totally separate genetic entity
that it would have expected during conception.  Mick was just one
possibility for my father, my mother had called on five friends one week
when my father was out of town and she had fucked all five men in a sexual
relay race for the whole week.

   "The guy in the blue eighteen wheeler recons that I have your eyes and
mouth!"

   Mick laughed, "You worried that we could have committed a crime last
night?"

   I shook my head, "I don't believe that there should be any laws between
consenting adults, and they should abolish the minimum age for sex but
increase the penalty for people who have sex against the will of the other
person."

   We arrived in the engineering yard in Aberdeen at ten o'clock, my van
was unloaded from the trailer and Mick made the trailer as long as it could
go and as wide, I moved my van to the back of the trailer and then two
heavy lift cranes picked up a large metal tube and lowered it onto the back
of Mick's truck.  By noon the load was secured and I was ready to head
south as the escort for a 'Convoy Exceptional' dragging a one hundred ton
lump of steel five hundred miles south.

   Mick turned the engine off in the truck, "We can't leave until the
police get here!"

   "What time will that be Mick?"

   "Eight o'clock tonight, we can only travel between eight pm and six am
because of causing traffic holdups...so it's time for bed...you bunking up
with me again or would you prefer sleeping in the fridge?"

   I smiled and nodded my head.

   "Even if I could be your father?"

   I nodded my head again.

   So seven hours after getting up we went back to bed and got in another
hour long fuck...as we fucked I asked Mick if he had really hooked up the
driver of the blue truck with one of his own daughters and her mother in
Hull.  Mick nodded his head, "I love to share my toys with other drivers,
it's a very lonely life long distance lorry driving, I pass on a women here
or there to one of my friends and the next time I'm in their home town,
they'll set me up on a date with their wife or girlfriend, if I'm lucky
I'll get a fuck, if I'm not lucky, I have a drink and a meal and a laugh
with a pretty woman or girl...I get a fuck more often than I don't."

   Eventually we fell asleep for the rest of the day while we waited for
the police to turn up to help escort the heavy load out of Scotland.