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He could tell she dreaded being on a bus for a day with who knows what kind of strangers. So, after double-checking his trailer connections, Jesse got into the driver's seat and buckled in.
She haughtily took the glass, looked into it and then poured the beer over his face.
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" Jennifer smiled, and Sandra quietly pleaded with her eyes. And Jesse didn't want to risk losing his trailer to high winds. Jennifer and Sandra bounced out of the diner and over to his truck. say, we never got your name." Jesse shook his head and replied "It's Richards. And the possibility of a delay didn't seem to bother them.
How about we give you the money we were going to use for bus tickets, and you can take us to Amarillo? He was a good man at heart, and he couldn't leave two obviously helpless girls stranded in the New Mexico desert. It was moving northeast, and there was no way to outrun it. There's bad weather headed this way." Jesse explained the situation to the girls, both of whom were still more willing to travel with one stranger in a pickup than to wait for the bus.
He was accustomed to being called 'Doctor Richards,' but correcting the clueless tourists lost in the desert would serve no one's interests, and it would just make him look like an asshole. He can fix my car for me." She was a short, cute blonde who batted her eyes at Jesse, knowing how to use her feminine wiles to get what she needed. Their bags had been thrown into the bed of the truck, and all were ready.
So he hitched his travel trailer to his F150, a post-divorce gift to himself, and hit the road. It was a character trait that had landed him in more than one bad relationship. I can usually make it in six hours, but if you're doing the speed limit or less, it will take a fully day of driving." "Damn." She was honestly worried now. So now we just need to get a bus ticket home, but we decided to get some lunch. Plus, the next bus doesn't leave here until 10 p.m. "Hello ladies." Jesse resigned himself to being part of the conversation and resolved to end it quickly and get back on the road. Going to do some travelling and writing this summer during my time off." "You're a writer? " Jennifer thought she was about to meet someone rich and famous. I'm a professor of management at Arizona State, but I'm originally from Texas. The dust followed, and visibility degraded to almost nothing.
Why did it seem that everyone, his ex included, wanted something that hadn't been earned? The miles flew by, and the low fuel warning chime was kind enough to bring him back to reality. In the company of others, he defaulted to helpfulness. And this is my bestie, Sandra." "Hi, sir." Sandra was obviously raised to be more respectful than Jennifer. " Jennifer was trying to make herself seem smarter than she was. But I haven't been to the campus." "It's typical Oklahoma, but it's close to home. Jesse's camper fishtailed, and Jesse started looking for a place to pull off the road.
Bill ordered a glass of beer, took a long swig and nearly thrown up from its disgusting taste.
He handed it back to the waitress and told her that he is not going to pay for this piss.