Breaker 1-9 Pink Panther Here

I am home in Maine but I am not married. Something terrible happened, I was in an accident. It was a little after 2 am and I pulled into this truck stop in New York because the fog was very thick. Normally I don’t mind driving in the fog but I couldn’t see 2 inches in front of me. It almost seemed like a Nor’easter except the air was still. I didn’t want to take any chances. I pulled into the truck stop for a couple hours. I called James on the phone.

As he was saying I love you, I heard a truck come closer then a truck hit my side of the truck. I bounced around and hit my head. I woke up in the hospital with a broken arm and a concussion. When I awoke, James was there as was Jenny. The police came and went and asked if I remember anything. All I know is the truck that hit me had no lights on and I don’t remember tires shrieking to halt either. I was parked in the lights I don’t know this happened. James said he heard everything over the phone and called the police. Other truckers were there and said they heard the noise but when they came out to investigate the other truck was gone.  I don’t know why someone would just run away especially if it was only an accident.

My truck is destroyed and I am waiting for the insurance money and I will get another. The wedding is on hold. I just got back to Maine today and James  had me in bed bringing me food and drinks in bed and giving me hugs. Jenny came by earlier with a card and then her James slipped out of the room for a few minutes. He came back with out her and she left. Right now I don’t care, my head still kind of hurts and arms is killing me plus I am just sore all over. 

James hasn’t talked about a new wedding date and I haven’t brought it up either. I think I will take another pain pill and sleep for awhile.

In two days I will be married. I will be back in Maine early Friday morning about 3 or 4 am. I have enough time to rest. The wedding is at 3 pm of course I have some last minute stuff to attend to like one more fitting. I told Jenny to fit the dress on her since we wear the same size but she told me my boobs are bigger and that won’t work. This whole thing is a giant pain in the ass.

They were together tonight when I called James for an update. She was laughing, they were at the Liquid Clam having dinner and drinks or something. I wonder if they are having one quick thing before him and I get married. Maybe I should I postpone the wedding because I don’t want to be married if they discover they have feelings for one another. They were always close though and when James and I divorced, I think they saw each other because sometimes I would call Jenny on the phone and she wouldn’t answer when she would call back she said she was on a date.  If they are having a thing I wish they would tell me and then we can all move on. I would be jacked as hell but I would get over it. That is the price you pay when you are a truck driver, you can’t leave the road because you love the road too much but you can leave the people you love, who are lonely and need someone to make the nights warmer.

Tonight, I called for Broken Guitar. He’s always around where ever I am except for tonight. This is the night I want to meet him and maybe get in one quick fuck before I am married. I gathered all my nerve. I will keep trying for a little while, he’s bound to be somewhere near me. Sometimes, I wonder if I meet Broken Guitar that he is my soul mate and not James. Maybe the reason James hasn’t been asking me to come home is that he is hoping I fall for someone else and dump him so he doesn’t feel bad about jumping Jenny the first chance he gets.

A better plan would be to talk with Jenny alone and say something to her about if he wanted to change his mind I would be cool with that. The problem lately is that they are never apart. If I called her at 3 am she wouldn’t call back until morning (eventhough she stays up late) and for some reason James is with her.  Where are you Broken Guitar. Give me on reason to ditch the wedding. The one night I need you, you aren’t around.

Well in 10 days I will be married once again. I sit here in this quiet truck stop and my nerves are frayed. I am not nervous about getting married espcially to James because James and I were married once before. What is driving me crazy is the whole wedding planning fiasco. I am glad that I am driving every single day until the 9th. I need to get away from cake decisions and dress fittings and all that shit. Sure I may like nice clothes but this goes beyond nice clothes. I don’t want things perfect, I just want to I don’t know. Maybe I want James to call me on the phone and say we’ll be married tomorrow in from of some JP who thinks we are two crazy people in love with each other. That’s right we already did that. Jenny and James finishing up everything.

Normally Jenny hates weddings but now she is a monster she is almost as bad as James for this whole wedding thing. Sometimes, I wonder they are not the ones tying the knot.  I did wonder a couple of times especially once James was in school and I was driving they hung out together. That is not weird but they have a special friendship or something to look at them from a distance you would think they were in love. They never argue with each other and they laugh at each other’s jokes at the right time. I don’t know how to describe it, her eyes glitter when he is the in the room. I put all these thoughts behind me because Jenny is my best friend and James and I are soul mates.  I do still wonder sometimes, maybe they have a thing and they are afraid to tell me. I would be pissed as hell but then I would be free to do anyone I wanted so that can’t be all bad.

I have been thinking about marriage again and though the idea sounds great to have someone wait for me when  come back from the road but  I also enjoy the feel of strangers, the game we play to entice each other to bed. I am a good girl and I will honor our marriage as I did before.  Lately, I have reconnected with Broken Guitar, he is my special friend that I confide everything to even about Jenny, James and the whole wedding thing.

He seems to have forgotten everything that went on between Jenny and him when she last rode with me. There is one part of me that wants to meet him even for a couple of minutes just to see him and I want to do it before I get married. At night when I should be thinking of James, I am imagining Broken Guitar, what he looks like and fantasize about him bed.  He asked a couple of times but I chicken out and say I have to drive soon or I am bushed. Sometimes I am beat but I would meet him. I want to meet him. He is my escape from the craziness that surrounds me.

Maybe we should meet and share an erotic night then everything would be good, I would get married knowing I had a bachlorette party for one. I am just scared to meet him but I want to so bad and the closer my wedding night comes, the more I desire to meet Broken Guitar.