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I hated long drives. It was the reason I so rarely visited home during my four years in college. If I could have gotten away with it I would have skipped holidays at home too, but my mother would have none of that. So that December I got into my car with a couple of suitcases and started the five hour drive home. I really wanted to drive straight through but around 3:30 I just couldn’t drive anymore. I was starving and there was no way I could wait the two more hours I had until I got home. The highway to Natesville wasn’t a bustling stretch – it was the reason I chose it – but I found a truck stop diner at the edge of a small town. It only had one car and a truck in the parking lot so I hoped I could get in, eat and get out quick. The place was nice and warm, which was a welcome change from the slight chill in the air outside. otele gelen escort Winter in Texas rarely required a coat but it could get a little nippy at times. As I sat at the counter I glanced over toward the end of the bar where an older gentleman sat, eating his own late lunch. He saw me, tipped his head in a friendly acknowledgement, and then went back to his meal. The waiter was very friendly – he was around my age – and he brought my food and water quickly, checking out my breasts as he did so. I was used to it and just ignored it. It was just me and the older gentleman and nothing was said until he got up to leave. As he passed by, he handed two twenty dollar bills to the waiter and said, “Here you go. The lady’s meal is on me. And keep the change.” balgat escort “Gee, thanks!” the counter man croaked – the tip for my meal alone was at least $10. I looked up at the man, expecting him to sit and flirt with me – try to get his money’s worth – but all he did was smile again, nod his head and keep walking. “Uh – thank you,” I called, feeling a little ashamed of myself for assuming the worst. “Not a problem. You have a nice day,” he said, and he was gone. I was almost finished and five minutes later I walked out of the diner and towards my car. The man was still there – the truck was his – but he wasn’t waiting for me. He was bent over his back tire, checking his vehicle. I turned and walked toward him. “Um, hey,” I said softly. He stood, looked at me and then elvankent escort smiled gently. “Hello there.” “Um – I just wanted to thank you again. That was very nice of you.” “Not a problem. I know a starving college student when I see one.” I laughed softly and said, “Well, I’m a student but I’m doing okay. But every little bit helps.” “Going home for the holidays?” he asked, taking out a handkerchief to clean the dirt from his hands, of which there wasn’t much. “Yeah, almost there. Just a couple more hours.” “You be careful out there.” “Always am.” I stood there awkwardly for a moment and then said, “Well, I better get going. Thanks again.” “You’re very welcome.” “Well, bye.” “Bye.” I turned and started toward my car, which was parked at the edge of the building. When I neared my car, I slowed and looked over my shoulder. He was standing by the door of his truck, but he hadn’t opened it yet. He was watching me. I smiled and then turned to keep walking. I passed my car without even slowing. I walked to the edge of the diner’s building and into the dark alley created by the building and the storage units to the right of it. I heard the footsteps behind me and smiled.
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