Shaved

"I could hear the chorus of cab doors shutting behind me as I reached the service center. It seemed several of my fellow asphalt cowboys felt the itch as well.
Like tracking dogs locked onto a scent, a trickle of truckers formed a line behind me as I ordered my supper. I could feel them sizing me up, their minds going to filthy places none of them admitted out loud. One particular set of eyes caught my attention as I turned to head back to my truck, hot dog and soda in hand. His sparkling ice blue eyes cut through me like a sharp shard of glass."

Watch as Jackie shaves away her inhibitions and travels down the long hard road toward naughty adventure