The Tranny Trucker

I found my eyes drawn back to her, hers were on the road.\r\n\r\n\"I bet it would be. Do you ever have family to spend them with?\"\r\n\r\n\"No, no I don\'t,\" She said with a hint of sadness, \"That\'s teh way it is.\"\r\n\r\nBefore I knew what was happening, my arm had traveled across the gap between us. It rested on Daisy\'s shoulder. I gently squeezed there. It must be this heightened feeling of intimacy.\r\n\r\n\"I don\'t have any family to spend holidays with either as you can see.\"\r\n\r\nDaisy returned my shoulder squeeze with a pat on my knee, nodding her head while concentrating on the road. Even though it was gone within the span of a couple seconds, I could still feel her hand on my knee. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up. It might just be the mind of a teenager, but everything seemed to have an sexual element to it. We weren\'t even a foot from her bed. I mean this was her bedroom!\r\n\r\nWe talked longer, learning the basics about one another. She was independently contracting for a company currently. She lived in Cedar Rapids, Iowa and was born in the country down south somewhere. I was too sheepish to ask what state the place she described was in.\r\n\r\nShe was concerned that I might be sick after my time out in the cold. Daisy seemed very interested in the fight I was having with family. We also talked about what would have happened if Daisy hadn\'t been there to pick me up.\r\n\r\nShe said this wasn\'t the place for a boy like me. I was lucky she had been there because I wouldn\'t have made it otherwise. Daisy said there were a lot of people out there looking to exploit someone like me and it sounded like she knew what she was talking about.\r\n\r\n\"Yeh really better get to sleep, boy.\" She finally moved to end the conversation.\r\n\r\nI yawned, \"Maybe you\'re right. I can try.\" I turned over in the seat and closed my eyes.\r\n\r\n\"Silly. Go on and sleep in teh bed.