Reading the authors’ previous work isn’t necessary to enjoy TRUCK STOP, though both authors encourage you to buy everything they’ve written. They also encourage you to buy them beer. “He who is unjust, let him be unjust still; he who is filthy, let him be filthy still; he who is righteous, let him be righteous still…” —REVELATION 22 -1- Taylor liked toes. He wasn’t a pervert. At least, not that kind of pervert. Taylor didn’t derive sexual gratification from feet. Women had other parts much better suited for that type of activity. But he was a sucker for a tiny foot in open-toed high heels, especially when the toenails were painted. Painted toes were yummy. The truck stop whore wore sandals, the cork wedge heels so high her toes were bent. She had small feet — they looked like a size five — and her nails matched her red mini skirt. Taylor spotted her through the windshield as she walked over to his Peterbilt, wiggling her hips and wobbling a bit.
