Being cheated on is one thing, but being cheated on with multiple guys is outrageously unbelievable For Rob, he had to learn the hard way that no matter how much he loved Beverly, he could never change her ways...he could never accept her. So what else was there to do but run? Halfway to California, he picks up a waitress who has waited all her life to get out of their small town. Joyce was the kind of girl who has been through a lot but rarely complains. So when Rob opens up his arms to her, who is she to turn down the offer? But the past is something you could never outrun, no matter how much you try to change for your future. And that is something both of them have to face one way or another... SAMPLE 1: There was a motel just across the street so we drove over and I checked us in. The room was a surprise. I was so used to every motel room I stayed in having two beds I never asked, but the room that Joyce and I entered only had one bed. It was queen sized, but only one bed. "I'd better go back and see if they have a room with two beds" I said as I started to leave the room. "Don't be silly" Joyce said, "There is plenty of room. We won't crowd each other." "That's not my fear girl. You are a beautiful and sexy looking lady and I'm not all that sure that I can trust myself being that close to you." "Oh bull crap Rob. You sleep on one side and I sleep on the other and there will be almost a foot between us. In twin beds there would only be three or four feet between us. If you were going to do something one foot or four feet what's the difference? Besides, maybe you need to worry about what I might do. I'm a healthy female and I've gone almost a year without and you are a very attractive man." "Maybe I should let you have the bed and I'll sleep in the truck." "Don't you dare Dibs on the shower" she said and started pulling off her clothes. I did mention that she was not wearing a bra right? She turned to face me, smiled and said: "Still thinking truck?" SAMPLE 2: "Stay on your side and at least let me drive until six or seven tonight." "Spoil sport" she said, but she did move back to her side. After a couple of miles she took a book out of her purse and began reading it. As I drove I kept looking over at Joyce and wondered at my good fortune. What were the odds of my finding a beautiful and sexy nympho willing to pull up stakes and take of with me after knowing me less than eight hours? With luck like that I needed to stock up on lottery tickets. We stopped at seven, checked into a motel and Joyce was peeling off her clothes before the door was fully closed. I laughed and said: "Can't you at least wait until we have had dinner?" "Nope. Got to work up an appetite." We never did get to eat that night. At least not dinner.