"Nice to hear you again, good buddy," said Long Beard. "Where you headin'?"

"I should be in Medford in another hour," Spike answered.

"Good," the voice laughed. "I've got a message to relay to you."

"What is it?" asked Spike.

"It's from Kate," Long Beard laughed. "She says she'll skin your ass if you don't stop there tonight."

"Ten-four," grinned Spike as he hung his microphone up.

"Who's Kate?" asked Paula when the conversation was finished.

"She's a waitress at a truck stop up ahead," her father answered.

"Is she nice?"

"I don't know how nice she is," the man chuckled. "But she sure takes good care of your old pa when he stops there."

Her father pulled the big rig into the truck stop shortly before ten o'clock and Paula was thrilled with all the activity. There were dozens of trucks in the big parking area, and driven were scurrying around as trucks pulled in while others left. Helping Paula down from the high cab, he led her into the diner.

Opening the door, she was greeted with the sound of a noisy jukebox and the loud voices of the truckers who were laughing and talking over their meals. Following her father over to a table by a window, Paula noticed a big beaming blonde walking toward them. Although not fat, she had big full boobs, a more than ample as and was exposing rather thick bare thighs beneath her short skin.

"Well, Goddamn," she smiled up at Spike. "Look what the wind pissed in."

"HI, Kate," the man smiled, patting her fleshy ass. "This is my daughter Paula."

"HI, sweetie," she said, then turned to Spike as he sat down. "I didn't know you had a teen."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me," he grinned.

"There's one thing I know about you," she winked at him. "And I've sure missed it. Am I gonna get some of that stuff tonight?"

"Do you think you can handle it?" he teased.

"You can bet your ass that there ain't no man I can't handle," the woman laughed, brushing her long blonde hair back from her face.