I pulled in to the station just as she gave a final gulp of breath while shutting off from thirst. I gave a small smirk as I reached in my pocket and fingered the twenty dollar bill crumpled there. I knew this would be a very enjoyable stop. I slowly undo the latch letting out a damp puff of air as it opens, revealing the dark, wet hole. My hand goes for the nozzle, ripping it forcefully from the stand, jerking it ever so hungrily. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slide into the hole. I constricted my grip around the handle. I feel it start to come. Yellowish, clear liquid with a very potent stench flows through the nozzle and gushes into the tank. She sort of settles into place as the liquid slowly fills her tank. And just as it really started to begin, it ends. I pull out, fresh juice still dripping from the end. The hatch to the tank slides closed ever so smooth, and I pay the $20. I can't wait until next time; >
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I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE THINKIN SICKO......LOL....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!
