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The life of a long haul truck driver can be a lonely one. You could be away from home for weeks or months at a time.

I’ve been driving over the road for about 20 years. Been all over the country, East Coast to West Coast.

A few years ago I ran a load of medical supplies from Nebraska to California. When I got to the distribution center in California some of the supplies were expired or no longer being used.

The receiver told me that the refused product was to be returned to the shipper. I agreed to take the damaged supplies back because I was going that way.

My dispatcher approved and I was on my way.

One night I was at a rest area in Wisconsin. I was looking through the shipping papers and was seeing what was actually I the boxes I was transporting.

I noticed there were an assortment of different drugs and equipment. What stuck out to me were the numerous canisters of “halothane” which is an inhalation anesthetic.

There was also tubing and numerous oxygen masks. Even a few air pressure regulators.

Looking through the papers, there were no quantities to any of these supplies. Seemed pretty careless.

If a man is left to his own thoughts for too long, he can concoct many different ideas.
What could I do with these supplies?
Could he do something bad?
Could he get away with it?
Would anyone miss him if he was in jail?

It had been many, many years since I felt the touch of a woman. I mean, not many women are going to find a 290 lbs obese man attractive. It’s my own fault.

“Nah!” I said to myself.

Let me get this stuff delivered and be on my way.

It wasn’t until I was about a day out from my destination that I thought to myself…..

“Maybe I should take a cylinder or two, just in case.”

I pulled over to a rest area and decided to check the load. It was only 4 pallets of supplies, thank goodness I was able to see through the shrink wrap. I grabbed a box of tubing, a box of oxygen masks and I found a portable breathing mask that allowed you to attach a cylinder to the bottom of the mask. Making it easier to carry, not needing the air tubing.

2 days had passed since I delivered the supplies back to Nebraska. I had parked in a large truck stop. I was able to shower and fuel up while I waited for my dispatcher to get me another load.

I had been researching how to use the anesthetic. The dosage amount for a person, I focused on females and their weights.

I know I said that I was not going to do it, but the more I thought about it, the more my adrenaline started to rush.

The first time I tried it was on myself. I attached the halothane cylinder to the mask and turned the regulator to the appropriate pressure.

“Well here goes nothing….” I took a deep breath. The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor of the truck. I felt like I was going to vomit and I had a pounding headache. “Ok well it works. Now I need a volunteer.”

In the trucking world there is a very special species that we call “lot lizards” or prostitutes. They will do anything for money.

I traveled to a stop that was crawling with them. It didn’t take me long to find someone. I explained what I needed and she was hesitant at first but knowing I would pay upfront in full, she agreed.

She was a short and chubby spanish woman. She was wearing a white tshirt, blue jeans and sneakers. She hopped up into the truck with me and sat down on the bed.

“So how are we going to do this…..” before she finished her sentence I grabbed her turned the regulator and forced the mask over her face. She struggled with me for a moment but the Halothane’s effect started to show. After about a minute she was asleep. I left the mask on her and adjusted the flow of Halothane.

I wanted to see how long I could keep her unconscious. A few times she would start to stir but I increased the pressure to put her back under.

After about 3 hours I let her wake up. She was groggy and nauseous. I thanked her and gave her some extra money.

I had all the information I needed. The next step was finding a victim. It needed to be the perfect person and the perfect situation.

Over the next few months I set up my truck to accommodate a guest. I ordered some bed restraints for her arms and legs. A ball gag and blindfold just in case.

I came up with numerous scenarios in my head about how I would do this. Would I overpower her or would I outsmart her? The possibilities were endless.

My next truck load would have me going from Ohio to Idaho. I would be leaving at night to be at my pick up the following evening.

Lucky for me the traffic gods were with me. I was going to be 2 days early with the delivery. I called the customer in hopes of getting off loaded early. Unfortunately they were not able to take me until my appointment time. So I found a rest area in Wyoming and I would wait there until my appointment.

I pulled into the area around 5 pm. With it being winter time, the sun had already set and the wind was beginning to blow. The are was no well lit. There was a lone building which is where the bathrooms were. A couple of parking spaces for cars out front and a handful of spaces for trucks to park.

I decided to go to sleep and star fresh the next day.

Around 10pm I woke and had to pee. I came out of my sleeper berth and noticed a car park about 100 yards in front of me with its four way flashers on.

I got out of the truck and walked to the rest area bathroom. When I came out the car was still there. As I walked back to my truck I noticed someone coming out of the women’s bathroom.

The light of the restroom shined on her like a spotlight. It was almost like God himself was shining a light on to her. She couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Her outfit was bright. She had on a white knitted hat with a Pom Pom on top. A white sweatshirt that was cropped just above her ass and brown leggings that accentuated every curve and contour of her lower body. Her white scrunched socks and white sneakers completed the outfit.

Her body screamed “gym rat”. The way she walked, the way she stood, her body language. All of it.

She didn’t notice me at all as she walked back to her car. All I could do was stare at that magnificent specimen. After I picked my jaw up off the ground, I continued to my truck.

I watched her walk over to her car and get in. I heard the car try to turn over but it never started. I got back in my truck and sat in the driver seat. I watched her get in and out of her car, check under the hood and even bent down and shined her phone flashlight under the car.

After about 40 minutes the lights on her car slowly died. I could see the light of her phone screen while she was in her car. Phone signal was at a premium. No wifi in the bathroom building.

I went back in to my sleeper berth and pulled out a canister of halothane along with an oxygen mask that allowed the canister to twist right on to the bottom. I gave a little tug of my air horn to alert her of my presence.

I got out of the truck and made my way over towards the woman and her car. She was now standing outside her car. my headlights shined in her face. She looked to be in her late 20s, maybe 30s. Her fiery red hair flowed out from the bottom of her white knitted hat and blew in the cold wind. Her green eyes were watery as she stood with no jacket.

“Car troubles?” I asked her.

“You could say that. My battery light came on a few miles back. When I got here the car died and now it’s just dead.” She explained.

“Were you able to get a tow truck?”

“No phone service” she replied holding her phone up. “ Also since my car is dead, I can’t charge the phone.”

(This was my chance. If I could,somehow, get her into my truck without a struggle I could easily subdue her.)

“You could charge your phone in the truck if you wanted. “ I suggested.

You could see the look of concern on her face. “I don’t know…..”

“Don’t worry. I understand your concern. I wouldn’t want my wife or daughter getting into a truck with a stranger. “

“ Don’t take offense, I…..”

“All good. Just know that the offer stands if you need it. If you need anything I’ll be in the truck.”

I turn towards the truck but then turn to her, “ the name is Luke “ I extend my hand to her.

She smiles and extends her hand, “ Hi Luke, I’m Katherine”

We exchanged pleasantries and I walked back to my truck. I decided not to grab her at that moment. Just in case a car passing by saw something. She wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. It gets real cold at night, in Wyoming. Especially in the winter.

I watched her for a few more minutes and then went back into the sleeper. I got all the equipment ready. Halothane, mask, tubing and the bed restraints all set up for Katherine’s arrival.

To be continued……

Description
The life of a long haul truck driver can be a lonely one. You could be away from home for weeks or months at a time.

I’ve been driving over the road for about 20 years. Been all over the country, East Coast to West Coast.

A few years ago I ran a load of medical supplies from Nebraska to California. When I got to the distribution center in California some of the supplies were expired or no longer being used.

The receiver told me that the refused product was to be returned to the shipper. I agreed to take the damaged supplies back because I was going that way.

My dispatcher approved and I was on my way.

One night I was at a rest area in Wisconsin. I was looking through the shipping papers and was seeing what was actually I the boxes I was transporting.

I noticed there were an assortment of different drugs and equipment. What stuck out to me were the numerous canisters of “halothane” which is an inhalation anesthetic.

There was also tubing and numerous oxygen masks. Even a few air pressure regulators.

Looking through the papers, there were no quantities to any of these supplies. Seemed pretty careless.

If a man is left to his own thoughts for too long, he can concoct many different ideas.
What could I do with these supplies?
Could he do something bad?
Could he get away with it?
Would anyone miss him if he was in jail?

It had been many, many years since I felt the touch of a woman. I mean, not many women are going to find a 290 lbs obese man attractive. It’s my own fault.

“Nah!” I said to myself.

Let me get this stuff delivered and be on my way.

It wasn’t until I was about a day out from my destination that I thought to myself…..

“Maybe I should take a cylinder or two, just in case.”

I pulled over to a rest area and decided to check the load. It was only 4 pallets of supplies, thank goodness I was able to see through the shrink wrap. I grabbed a box of tubing, a box of oxygen masks and I found a portable breathing mask that allowed you to attach a cylinder to the bottom of the mask. Making it easier to carry, not needing the air tubing.

2 days had passed since I delivered the supplies back to Nebraska. I had parked in a large truck stop. I was able to shower and fuel up while I waited for my dispatcher to get me another load.

I had been researching how to use the anesthetic. The dosage amount for a person, I focused on females and their weights.

I know I said that I was not going to do it, but the more I thought about it, the more my adrenaline started to rush.

The first time I tried it was on myself. I attached the halothane cylinder to the mask and turned the regulator to the appropriate pressure.

“Well here goes nothing….” I took a deep breath. The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor of the truck. I felt like I was going to vomit and I had a pounding headache. “Ok well it works. Now I need a volunteer.”

In the trucking world there is a very special species that we call “lot lizards” or prostitutes. They will do anything for money.

I traveled to a stop that was crawling with them. It didn’t take me long to find someone. I explained what I needed and she was hesitant at first but knowing I would pay upfront in full, she agreed.

She was a short and chubby spanish woman. She was wearing a white tshirt, blue jeans and sneakers. She hopped up into the truck with me and sat down on the bed.

“So how are we going to do this…..” before she finished her sentence I grabbed her turned the regulator and forced the mask over her face. She struggled with me for a moment but the Halothane’s effect started to show. After about a minute she was asleep. I left the mask on her and adjusted the flow of Halothane.

I wanted to see how long I could keep her unconscious. A few times she would start to stir but I increased the pressure to put her back under.

After about 3 hours I let her wake up. She was groggy and nauseous. I thanked her and gave her some extra money.

I had all the information I needed. The next step was finding a victim. It needed to be the perfect person and the perfect situation.

Over the next few months I set up my truck to accommodate a guest. I ordered some bed restraints for her arms and legs. A ball gag and blindfold just in case.

I came up with numerous scenarios in my head about how I would do this. Would I overpower her or would I outsmart her? The possibilities were endless.

My next truck load would have me going from Ohio to Idaho. I would be leaving at night to be at my pick up the following evening.

Lucky for me the traffic gods were with me. I was going to be 2 days early with the delivery. I called the customer in hopes of getting off loaded early. Unfortunately they were not able to take me until my appointment time. So I found a rest area in Wyoming and I would wait there until my appointment.

I pulled into the area around 5 pm. With it being winter time, the sun had already set and the wind was beginning to blow. The are was no well lit. There was a lone building which is where the bathrooms were. A couple of parking spaces for cars out front and a handful of spaces for trucks to park.

I decided to go to sleep and star fresh the next day.

Around 10pm I woke and had to pee. I came out of my sleeper berth and noticed a car park about 100 yards in front of me with its four way flashers on.

I got out of the truck and walked to the rest area bathroom. When I came out the car was still there. As I walked back to my truck I noticed someone coming out of the women’s bathroom.

The light of the restroom shined on her like a spotlight. It was almost like God himself was shining a light on to her. She couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Her outfit was bright. She had on a white knitted hat with a Pom Pom on top. A white sweatshirt that was cropped just above her ass and brown leggings that accentuated every curve and contour of her lower body. Her white scrunched socks and white sneakers completed the outfit.

Her body screamed “gym rat”. The way she walked, the way she stood, her body language. All of it.

She didn’t notice me at all as she walked back to her car. All I could do was stare at that magnificent specimen. After I picked my jaw up off the ground, I continued to my truck.

I watched her walk over to her car and get in. I heard the car try to turn over but it never started. I got back in my truck and sat in the driver seat. I watched her get in and out of her car, check under the hood and even bent down and shined her phone flashlight under the car.

After about 40 minutes the lights on her car slowly died. I could see the light of her phone screen while she was in her car. Phone signal was at a premium. No wifi in the bathroom building.

I went back in to my sleeper berth and pulled out a canister of halothane along with an oxygen mask that allowed the canister to twist right on to the bottom. I gave a little tug of my air horn to alert her of my presence.

I got out of the truck and made my way over towards the woman and her car. She was now standing outside her car. my headlights shined in her face. She looked to be in her late 20s, maybe 30s. Her fiery red hair flowed out from the bottom of her white knitted hat and blew in the cold wind. Her green eyes were watery as she stood with no jacket.

“Car troubles?” I asked her.

“You could say that. My battery light came on a few miles back. When I got here the car died and now it’s just dead.” She explained.

“Were you able to get a tow truck?”

“No phone service” she replied holding her phone up. “ Also since my car is dead, I can’t charge the phone.”

(This was my chance. If I could,somehow, get her into my truck without a struggle I could easily subdue her.)

“You could charge your phone in the truck if you wanted. “ I suggested.

You could see the look of concern on her face. “I don’t know…..”

“Don’t worry. I understand your concern. I wouldn’t want my wife or daughter getting into a truck with a stranger. “

“ Don’t take offense, I…..”

“All good. Just know that the offer stands if you need it. If you need anything I’ll be in the truck.”

I turn towards the truck but then turn to her, “ the name is Luke “ I extend my hand to her.

She smiles and extends her hand, “ Hi Luke, I’m Katherine”

We exchanged pleasantries and I walked back to my truck. I decided not to grab her at that moment. Just in case a car passing by saw something. She wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. It gets real cold at night, in Wyoming. Especially in the winter.

I watched her for a few more minutes and then went back into the sleeper. I got all the equipment ready. Halothane, mask, tubing and the bed restraints all set up for Katherine’s arrival.

To be continued……