Daniel was divorced and living alone. His stupid job had been the cause of his marital problems because he had to spend so much time on the road. If only he and his ex-wife Sally had kids, she would have had something to keep her occupied whenever he was away. But that was not to be, no matter how hard they tried, and Sally's apparent barrenness overburdened the shaky marriage. Perhaps, he had always thought, if I had spent more time at home, filling Sally's cunt with my sperm, she might have been successful in becoming pregnant.
He usually avoided picking up strangers when he drove, but after two hours on the road, and an empty apartment behind him, Danny was ready for some companionship, someone sitting next to him in the car, chattering away. It had been raining for some time, and the
