I started riding with my step daddy when my mom left. The problem is, I want him — and he knows it too.
Now it’s just us in his big rig, mile after mile, and every stop is another excuse for what happens in that sleeper cab.
He ties my wrists, calls me his good girl, takes exactly what he wants and gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for. Thirty-three years between us and it’s never once felt wrong. It just feels like mine.
Just Daddy, his rig, and me — dirty, filthy, exactly the way I want it.
