CHAPTER 1
MARISA PARKED HER CAR in front of the restaurant at the highway stop and sighed. Her car was starting to fail and she had no idea what could that be. Maybe someone at the restaurant would be kind enough to help her check it or she would be in trouble. The place was crowded with trucks, so some should be able to help her out, or at least she hoped so.
She checked her appearance. Like her mother, she followed the saying: first dead than looking bad. Her blond hair was still perfectly combed, her blue eyes still beautifully made-up as well as her full, red lips.
She hopped out of the car, and checked her clothes, making sure her tiny top was in place and that her mini skirt wasn’t too wrinkled and covered enough of her big, round ass. Not even being a cheerleader for years had ma
