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Around the truck stop, everyone had their spots. The Blue Belle Laundromat was running full tilt, taking in fresh loads. Every so often, Loose Lip Linda would wander over to swap gossip with Asphalt Annie, spinning stories that got a little wilder with each telling. Linda could make a man blush or laugh, sometimes both, and her tales about backroads and tight curves were the stuff of truck stop legend.

Some nights are especially rowdy. Deep Dive Dennis had rolled in, his rig roaring, and instead of ordering a full tank offered to fill one.  Right behind him came Big Belch Bradley, who let out a lurch that made the walls vibrate, much to the laughter of Muffler Munch Mary and Jake-Break Jenny, who teased him with a playful smack on the ass.

Over at Glenda’s Gifts Galore, where truckers and road queens alike grabbed last-minute gifts, a new batch of “Loose Lugnut” keychains had come in, and Engine Exhaust Erica was busy picking out one she swore would bring her “good luck” on the nearly broke-down dollar slot machine. Meanwhile, Driver’s Den Dania was holding court in the café, giving the men pointers on handling more than just their rigs on the road. With a wink and a sassy grin, she left the guys stammering, their faces red as their taillights.

When Big Belch Bradley sauntered over to try his hand at some friendly banter with Rebecka, Erica shot him a look that said she’d seen his type before. “Bradley,” she purred with a smirk, “why don’t you come over here and show us if your stories live up to the roar of that engine of yours?”

The air was thick with exhaust and laughter, and by the end of the night, everyone had tossed back a few rounds of trucker tales, plenty of drinks, and more than a few side glances.

The Loose Lugnut might have just been a truck stop, but to the crowd that gathered there, it was just a little more….maybe the cops would show, or maybe a new trucker who hadn’t seen the brightness of Headlight Helen and her, well, you know.