I had been in a daze. I was going through some tough times. The love of my life had walked out. It was a Friday I was worse than most days. I just couldn't snap out of it. I needed to get away. I put on some jeans, a halter top, my boots, a jacket and 2 spare knickers in my purse. I left a note for the guys and I got in my car. I headed towards Atlanta. I didn't have a destination, just an idea to find a roadhouse with loud music, warm scotch, and men. Then, I remembered Blind Willie. This bar has blues music all the time, a full bar, and a good crowd. The drive was all I 75 until Atlanta. There's few rest stops on interstates and I needed to pee. I pulled in to one and in my hurry I left the car in the truck park area. As I walked back out to my Mustang, this trucker was getting out of his rig. He looked at me and smiled and tipped his cowboy hat. He was cute so I smiled back. I opened my car and he started to walk over. Nice car he said. A man's car. Shouldn't you be driving a Honda Civic? Being a lady I answered him, "Fuck you, asshole". To my surprise he started to laugh and said, "No, I guess a 'tang is just right for you. Were are you heading?" I told him Atlanta. Me too he said. After a layover I'm deadheading for New Orleans. The hurricane is making a mess for truckers. He looked ok and I needed some distraction. Listen, I said, if you have no plans I'm going to Blind Willie's, a blues bar with good music and booze. Want to join me? Sounds good, he answered, but I have to park the rig at the terminal. Can you follow and pick me up? So we got back on the road and I followed him. This reminded me when I was younger and used to hook up with truckers on my way to Orlando. Gerome called me and asked me what I was doing. I told him. He said, "Be careful" and hung up. His name was James. He had a light sunburn and a permanent five o'clock shadow, grey eyes and an accent I couldn't quite place. He got in the car after he locked the rig and I headed to Blind Willie. It was 830 PM. The place was filling up and a local band was playing. We talked, I can't remember what about. We danced. He smelled manly. I liked that. The scotch was doing it's magic. We went back to the table but this time he sat next to me. I was lifting my glass when my other hand brushed his pants. I knew he had a huge erection. He looked at me and I looked at him. He asked me for the car keys and I gave them to him. He took my arm and guided me to the car. He drove us to a motel a few miles away, registered us and we went in to our room. That's when, in a very raspy, low voice he said I was beautiful. He undressed me and he stripped also. We got in bed and we made love all night long. In the morning he asked me to go to New Orleans with him. I wanted to but the car I said. We'll leave it at the depot. It'll be safe and I'm coming back this way in two weeks. I spent the next two weeks with James going from New Orleans to Houston and back . We made love in the rig, in motels, and even in empty fields. We parted lovers for ever. I got home a few hours after I got back to my car. The pain was still there, but, it was just a throb. I knew I'd be ok .