took her money and if I didnât pay double she wouldnât see a dime.
After a while the sales pitch got louder and turned into a threatâ âYou better pay up or Iâll call the cops.â
I warned her fair and square: âYou donât know the risk youâre taking.â
She said, âOh, yes I do. Now gimme the money!â
I gave her one more chance. âI wonât put up with this shit. Youâve got nothing on me.â
She said, âYes, I do! I know your name and who you drive for and where youâre delivering. Now give me what Iâve got coming!â
I said, âIâll tell you what you got coming, girl. Iâm gonna strangle you!â
She said. âGo for it!â
I was thinking, Does this stupid bitch know the chance sheâs taking for forty lousy bucks? I pushed her down in the sleeper and gave her a hard stare. She must have thought I had rape on my mind. She wasnât that lucky.
As my hand brushed against her neck, I said, âFor that last extra threat, bitch, you just lost your life.â
I donât think she believed me till I had my fist in her throat. Nothing could have stopped me by then.
Just before she passed out, I said, âYouâre number four that pushed your luck with me, bitch. Now youâre dead!â I trembled at the excitement of the kill.
For a minute or two I tried to catch my breath. I thought I saw movement in her eyes. I bent over her and heard her breathing. I laid there next to her till she came around again and I started playing with her. She touched me back, I guess out of fear. The death game begins!
I played for an hour and then decided to put her under for good. As she struggled, I could see her will to live fade like a match going out.
Even after she closed her eyes and went limp, I kept pushing till I was sure she was dead. Then I stretched her out and cleaned the spot where sheâd peed her raincoat.
I locked the doors behind me and went into the café. I looked into my cup of coffee and wondered about the mentality of these truck-stop hookers. Why did they put themselves in such dangerous positions? Drugs? This stupid woman asked to be killed. I just helped her out.
Back in the truck I slid in next to her, opened her blouse, and felt her skin. She had firm tits, a good body. To clear my head I masturbated in my hand. Then I covered her up and went through her pockets. Sheâd been a busy little whore. I retrieved my forty and two hundred dollars more. This would be a bad night for her pimp.
I thought of putting her body in one of the dropped trailers that were lined up in the back row. Wouldnât that be a surprise for the driver? Then I remembered the GI Joeâs parking lot in Salem, next to where I was scheduled to deliver in the morning. There were garbage containers and blackberry vines in the back lot.
8 A Good Nightâs Work
I headed south on I-5 and switched to 99 to bypass the I-5 Woodburn Port of Entry. I didnât want to be documented going south and I didnât want a nosy cop to check my load. I approached GI Joeâs from the south, off Highway 22.
I saw that the back light wasnât working in the parking lot and a few container trailers were butted against the fence. There were plenty of vines to hide the body and some loose trash blowing around as well. A six-foot fence border obscured the property. Perfect.
It was around 2:00 A.M . and really dark. I took a wide sweeping turn so my rig wouldnât scratch the fence and leave a paint stain. With flashlight in hand I looked the place over for security. It was empty.
I opened the sleeper door and pulled the whore out by her hair. She fell on her head with a thud, six feet straight down. I dragged her against the fence and covered her with leaves. A good nightâs work.
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I drove to Waremart, a hundred yards down the street, took a nap and delivered my load in the morning. I called my
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