The Tranny Trucker

\"\r\n\r\nThere was a lull in the conversation. The truck cab was warm now. I was a little restless, straining against the seat belt. Daisy must have noticed it.\r\n\r\n\"Yeh sure yer alright? You look a little flush. Prob\'bly some rest would do yeh good.\"\r\n\r\n\"I think I\'m okay.\"\r\n\r\n\"At least take a drink, kiddo,\" Daisy picked her thermos up from the cup dispenser and offered it to me, \"Here.\"\r\n\r\nI shook my head no.\r\n\r\n\"Don\' be afraid of germs now. Go \'head and take a drink.\" She offered me the thermos again.\r\n\r\nI tentatively took it from her hand. I unscrewed the top and gingerly took a sip. It tasted like warm mint chocolate. I took another sip and put it back down.\r\n\r\n\"I imagine we\'ll be beddin\' down in an hour or two.\"\r\n\r\n\"Umm... what do you do for that?\"\r\n\r\n\"We\'ll park at a rest stop and close up for teh night. I got teh bed back there. Nothing special, you know.\"\r\n\r\nI turned my head and looked over the bed again. It looked barely big enough to fit Daisy. I started to wonder why she would live like this.\r\n\r\n\"Do you like... doing this?\"\r\n\r\nShe glanced over at me, \"Driving, yeh mean?\"\r\n\r\n\"Yeah.\"\r\n\r\n\"Mmhmm. I won\'t be on teh road too long this time. Just carryin\' some electrical supplies back there. Ta money\'s good.\"\r\n\r\n\"That sounds good.\"\r\n\r\nI suddenly felt like we were sharing a very intimate conversation. I was wearing the quilt she slept with. She slept just behind us and spent most of her time living in this truck I assumed. This was her living space. Despite myself, I felt myself attracted to the big woman. She had a southern charm and the girls my age never had curves like Daisy did.\r\n\r\n\"Teh only bad thing I can say about it is it does get lonely sometimes. Being out there, \'specially on the holidays.\"\r\n\r\nHer words brought me back from my thoughts.