Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 21 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 21

... laughs as he climbs down and heads towards the house. An hour later he returns to the truck with his bag and bedding. Trudy's asleep in the sleeper so he puts everything in and tries not to wake her. He leaves the curtain open a bit so he can see her and pulls out towards the freeway. Tractor and trailer are climbing the grade up the Coquihalla Highway before he notices movement behind him and Trudy pokes her head around his shoulder. "Did you get me any supper, love?" "Check my bag. It’s in a lunch pack in the end of it." Next indication he has that she's found it is when he smells the rich garlic and pork smell pervade the cab. He glances back and sees her working on a large chop. She waves it at him and says, "Delicious! It's as big as a pork steak. Want some?" "No thanks, I had my fill. Enjoy." She says something but Mike can't make it out, since she has her mouth full. He grins and shrugs as he gears down for a grade. When he reaches the summit he stops to check his brakes for the downhill run to Merrit. Trudy gets out to use the can and Mike wait’s for her then does the same. When they are back in the cab, her in her perch and the wheels turning, Trudy says, "Nothing of interest in there today. They've painted the walls recently." "I noticed. No more limericks." "Yeah, that's what they're called. Limericks. Do you remember any more?" "Hmmmm, let me think." He judiciously applies the brakes as they roll faster down the long hill from the summit. Occasionally he uses ...

... the Jake brake to hold the speed in check. "I told you the one about the Lady from New Zealand, didn't I?" "Yeah, and I know the one about the Man from Nantucket. Can't you remember any others?" "You can make up your own, you know. You need three rhyming lines and two. How about; Trudy likes to ride in a big truck, and she often does, with luck. When she rides in Mike's, there's something else she likes, In the sleeper with Mike to fuck. How's that?" They both start laughing and the miles fly by. Once started Trudy puts together limericks about everyone she knows. Some are pretty crude but it whiles away the time until they reach the tollbooth. Mike swings open his door and passes down the company card to the girl in the booth. Then they are moving again and the next stop is Kamloops at the weigh scales then down the road a piece to pull in and check brakes. It's almost ten o-clock and Mike figures he'll make Sicamous by eleven thirty. Everything checks out and they head on through Kamloops bypass, out through Monte Creek towards Salmon Arm and Sicamous. On the relatively flat highway just the other side of Monte Creek by rolling fields of hops, Mike feels something is wrong. He slows and checks his mirrors. He opens his window and listens then notices a movement behind him in the dark. He utters an expletive and looks for a wide shoulder. As the big blue rig comes to a halt, Mike climbs down and walks around the trailer. One of the inside dual tires has gone flat and torn to ...