Remy stood up and slung his backpack over one shoulder. He still gets upset and I guess I'm the closest thing to a father." I guess that's the reason I was coming to be with Josh - that's my brother. Thought I'd go on home anyhow, since the weekend's coming up and I'm this close." He smiled and shook his head in chagrin. And guess what? I called a few minutes ago and they'd already made up. For some reason, I felt it was important to be there. My kid brother called last night and he was all broken up about a fight he'd had with his girl. "What bring's you out on the highway on a day like this, Remy?" Watkins." His home address was in Atlanta, not too far from where Michael lived. It was the same guy, and the IDs said "Jeremy R.
"Here's my driver's license and student ID." He displayed the picture identification. My family and friends call me Remy." He pronounced it Reemy. He pulled his wallet from his hip pocket. "I don't blame you for being reluctant," he said. The hitchhiker slipped into the booth across the table from him with his coffee. He wasn't at all happy about this development. "Look, mister, I hate to impose, but I really need a ride. As Michael smoked a cigarette with his second cup of coffee, the hitchhiker walked over from the counter. He was half finished when the hitchhiker emerged from the men's room, his knapsack slung over his shoulder, and sat at the counter to eat a sweet roll and drink his coffee. Michael ordered coffee and a stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs. Michael smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as he left the men's room.
"Not many people will stop for a hitchhiker in the rain these days." "Been standing in the rain a lot today," the young guy explained. He was putting on dry socks and underwear and a dry shirt, but he slipped his still damp blue jeans back on. He was well built and had a larger than average, shapely penis. As he finished, he looked in the mirror above the lavatory and saw the young guy standing naked. He stepped to the lavatory and splashed his face, head and the back of his neck with cold water and began to dry vigorously with the long strip of paper towel he'd pulled from the dispenser. Michael nodded in acknowledgement and received an answering nod. As he turned away, he noticed the young guy looking at him. Michael stepped to the floor mounted urinal and relieved himself. There was a young guy - college kid he'd guess - washing up and taking a change of clothes out of his knapsack. He made his telephone call and entered the men's room to urinate and throw some cold water on his face before ordering food. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism. He could get some coffee and something to eat. He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp.
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