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Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 3

Date: 1/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Death, Erotica, Male / Females, Murder, Rape, Violence, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

There's fresh snow along the road and up the cliff as far as he can see. Brakes and tires are all in order so he climbs back up into the cab. "Close the damn door", comes to him from the console and he grins. "Don't you like fresh air?" He chuckles as she fumes at him then he pulls the door shut. "Did you get a good rest?" "Where are we? The North Pole?" "Top of Rogers Pass. We'll be into Golden within two hours. About two thirty, their time. I'll call T.O. from there and probably spend the night." Mike pulls back out onto the highway and they start the long downgrade. Trudy watches the scenery unfold in the headlights and breathes a sigh of relief when they get down onto the level. They speed along the valley by a river and cross a bridge then through some curves and start the upgrade into the Selkirks. "You gotta have nerves of steel to drive in these mountains. What do you do if something goes wrong? What if the truck breaks down or some idiot has an accident on the road ahead of you? We must be fifty miles from a town." "Not so far. There's road service at the lodge we just passed on the summit and other truckers help each other. It's not as bad as it looks." "It's still a long hard day behind the wheel of one of these things. Why do you do it?" "Born to drive! That's me. I guess that's why I love it." "That's what your crazy tattoo says on the back of your shoulder. Born to drive! I always thought you were referring to driving into women or something ... maybe driving ... motorcycles." "Nope. I got that when I was in the Navy. I was one of the drivers in our driver's pool. We hauled goods from naval yard to naval yard, down in the Maritimes. Did that for five years then three years as a federal prison guard. That's where I got my grounding in security. I was hauling naval equipment when I met my wife ten years ago on a trip out here. But you don't want to hear about that." "Did she ride the truck with you?" "Yeah." "And that's when you knocked her up?" "Enough!" "Touchy, aren't we?" "That was a long while ago. Things were different then. We were young and carefree... and she got pregnant, so we got married. That was that." "Ever regret it?" "Not when I look at Rick or Shelly or Janet." Trudy looks thoughtful and nods. "I know what you mean." The night surrounds them as they rush along. The road is bare and dry and the long grade down to the Columbia River with the curve and bridge at the bottom soon flash by. Mike has to brake for a logging truck pulling away from the mill at Donald but soon the logger is pulling away from them. He's empty with his bogies mounted up on the frame and can speed away much faster than Mike can go with a full load. Within half an hour he's pulling off the pavement into the Husky Truck Center in Golden. He pulls the rig around in line with about five others and brings it to a hissing halt. Trudy sits up and stretches. Mike grabs her around the waist and drags her into his lap as he kisses her. "Want anything to eat ...