Johnny slams his big gulp into his dad’s chest, and bolts for the trailer. “Ya” Dustin pipes in— “we like showin off”. Moderate bush—jet fuckin black. “No—come on son, we need to get going”. Ya’ll be safe now—and hollar if you need anything”. Hopping right up on ‘big red’. “Yes sir, Mr. Moderate bush—jet fuckin black. That’s food”. “Matthew, I need to pee real quick”. “HEY MATTHEW—we ready to roll dawg !” shouts someone from across the lot. and Mrs. “Matthew, I need to pee real quick”. “Little red button, yo—right there at your right thumb”. Yup—he was sexy as fuck. I give a chuckle, “ya—what dude wouldn’t be”. Abernathy raises his eyebrows. His whole face lights up like it was Christmas. Again, all he could muster was “ohhh maaaan”. Dustin and Johnny come walking back out of the truck stop—Dustin with a slight smirk on his face, slightly nodding his head up and down.
