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- May 30, 2016
The summer was starting out fairly well. It hadn't been too hot or unbearably humid, which was always a blessing where Shawn Olson came from. Usually summers in southern Indiana were known to be real scorchers, but so far the weather was surprisingly pleasant. All winter long Shawn had planned a road trip just him, alone in the car, taking a break from life for a little while, traveling the famous Route 66 highway. Shawn just wanted to travel abd he finally had the money and the time.
Shawn Olson was a man of broad build. He stood at six feet tall and had broad shoulders. He was a bit of a gentle giant, quiet and reserved. He was 28 years old and was working a job as a graphic designer. It was his first real job after graduating college and it was also fairly lucrative so he held onto it. Five years in and he decided to take a much desired vacation. With the money saved, he figured why not go when the summer was still in it's infancy?
He drove to St. Louis to kick off his exploration of the famius highway, a short two hour drive from where he started off in Indiana. After driving past the Arch and following the road signs like bread crumbs, Shawn stopped off at a truck stop a couple of miles outside the city. He wanted a fresh full tank of gas before he really started putting some miles on the odometer.
He pulled into the truck stop, pulling up to a gas pump and got out of the car. He figured he'd pay inside so he could get some cold drinks at the same time. As he leaned against his car while the pump expelled the fuel, watching tje numbers tick away, his eye caught a fairly nice silver BMW pull in and park over near the far side of the parking lot.
There was a man in the BMW as well as a very lovely woman as his passenger. She looked exotic, Asian, from what little glimpse Shawn got as the BMW passed by him. The man in the car unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the woman, "Okay, that's what...uh...thirty seven miles since I picked you up. Now it's time to keep up your part of the deal." He moved to scoot the seat back and started to undo his pants. It was a common thing, the unspoken trading of the certain currency of the road. Sometimes money, or drugs, or in this case, sexual favors.
Shawn Olson was a man of broad build. He stood at six feet tall and had broad shoulders. He was a bit of a gentle giant, quiet and reserved. He was 28 years old and was working a job as a graphic designer. It was his first real job after graduating college and it was also fairly lucrative so he held onto it. Five years in and he decided to take a much desired vacation. With the money saved, he figured why not go when the summer was still in it's infancy?
He drove to St. Louis to kick off his exploration of the famius highway, a short two hour drive from where he started off in Indiana. After driving past the Arch and following the road signs like bread crumbs, Shawn stopped off at a truck stop a couple of miles outside the city. He wanted a fresh full tank of gas before he really started putting some miles on the odometer.
He pulled into the truck stop, pulling up to a gas pump and got out of the car. He figured he'd pay inside so he could get some cold drinks at the same time. As he leaned against his car while the pump expelled the fuel, watching tje numbers tick away, his eye caught a fairly nice silver BMW pull in and park over near the far side of the parking lot.
There was a man in the BMW as well as a very lovely woman as his passenger. She looked exotic, Asian, from what little glimpse Shawn got as the BMW passed by him. The man in the car unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the woman, "Okay, that's what...uh...thirty seven miles since I picked you up. Now it's time to keep up your part of the deal." He moved to scoot the seat back and started to undo his pants. It was a common thing, the unspoken trading of the certain currency of the road. Sometimes money, or drugs, or in this case, sexual favors.
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