WHILE I'M AWAY drive MY hand truck, MY WIFE TEXTS TO SAY SHE erotic love SOCIAL DISTANCING ….

NOW THAT IT'S MINUS 8 INCHES.

My Australian interstate highway truck driver's spirit can be pretty mundane with its long, boring freeways and void out-back highway, so my married woman and I engage in a cheat on coquette game which is harmless and fun, and to be good, sort of exciting. But when Covid came along, the rules seemed to commute, and our piffling game whilst I was away driving encountered some unexpected wrench and turns. If I were a buffer, I could've said it soared to breathtaking high.

I've tried to condense my diary-style story to the titillating and juicy act, but it only makes sense if the backcloth includes some down-to-earth side-stories and facts.

………..

My figure is Dez and my wife is Belinda, both aged 37 and lived all our life history in Melbourne.

We consider ourselves as fit, active and salubrious, and whenever we can, take tenacious walks with our two Labradors, who also act as home guards and Belinda's defender when I'm away driving.

Belinda has a diploma in supporter nursing ( auxo ) and disability home attention, and I've been driving interstate trucks for eight years.

During our ten year of rock solid wedding we've discussed our illusion on many an social function, and have been open and postmark with each other.

Belinda's fantasies, or at least the one's she's revealed, all include just us two, and doing the usual romantics … making passion on the beach at sunset, or in a snow covered log cabin in front of a roaring give fire. I think her most risqué scenario is a ‘ stat mi high-pitched club'quickie in an aeroplane restroom.

Of course, all mine are a bit more …… well, you know what us men are like.

But although Belinda has sat and heard most of mine through, the one which disturbs her most is my desire for another man to take her and roughly and crudely cause his way.

"I could never cheat on you, I love you too a great deal,"she'd offer as Defense Department,"It just doesn't seem right to be out of true. And even if I was somehow drive and given no choice … that wouldn't seem right either and still sense like cheating."

"I love you too, and losing you to another would break my heart, but it's a illusion that won't go away."I truthfully said,"The thought of you being with another makes me hot and would make me want you even more."

"That seems perverse to me. How would it cause you want me more ?"

"I know that imagining you being with another should build me furious, but it would remind me how beautiful and sexy you are, and that you could seduce any man you wanted. It would go like a competition where I'd have to try difficult to be a better lover. Then if you told me that despite my in force efforts he was superior in all kinds of elbow room and had attributes I couldn't match and which you preferred, I'd have to do anything you wanted to try and please you so you wouldn't leave me and hopefully I'd win you back."I rattled off as a lame explanation.

"Interesting…."My wife had said, almost like she was talking to herself and immersed in late thought process,"I'd never looked at it quite like that."

The truth was, the round-eyed persuasion of her becoming haplessly and wantonly aroused by the presence of a powerful alpha male person was the turn-on for me. His sheer animal magnetic force would mottle her good judgement and undermine her luxuriously moral standard and she'd simply tolerate herself to be taken. Imagining her submitting to a man with a putz much bounteous than mine, and with the strong point and toughness of a race-horse … and her being on heating plant, accepting whatever he did, even if he were far more than ‘ ardent'than I'd ever be. The very notion was a big turn-on for me.

Hence I've nurtured a footling cuckold vexer plot between us to the point where she willing plays along. At starting time I'm sure as shooting she was reluctantly play-acting to indulge me, but lately she's started fully playing her part, making it ever more veritable and convincing.

…………

I'd departed the Melbourne depot before daybreak and was fast approaching Sydney around early-afternoon when the hands-free on my dash lit up and beeped. Belinda sounded excited.

"The agency just rang and said they want me to do a twosome of week at the Sampson Hotel. They've commandeered it as a quarantine hostel, and need a few auxos like me."

"Oh, that sounds good, hon. You gon na contain it ?"

"That's why I'm calling. It'll be a live-in. Once I'm in, I won't be able to allow for a couple of weeks. I haven't asked Mom yet, but you know she'll drive the Canis familiaris. And with you being gone for several days anyway, it all just seemed like good timing. They've offered top money and complimentary meal. What do you think ?"

"I can't see a job. Serge talked about I may have to duck across to Normanton once I've dropped off at Cairns, so I'll be gone for at least a week, slow. Yeah, go for it, hon."

"Oh, Cindy will be pleased,"was my married woman's delighted response.

"Why, what's Cindy got to do with it ?"I asked, unable to hide the angst in my voice.

…

Now let me explain a petty about Cindy. Although she is one of my wife's full Friend at study, she's a mid-40s, twice divorced man-eater. She even hit on me once, and although I bet she's an absolute tiger in the sack and if I were single I'd be straight in, I'd feigned anger and reluctantly but firmly declined. ‘ Don't ever pull a stunt like that again,'I berated, to which she pouted her bottom lip with a puppy-dog look as her way of saying, ‘ what a shame.'

…

"Cindy will be coming with me. In fact, that was my only fear. If we end up sharing a room, she may end up, you know …"her words trailed off.

"No. What you know ?"I asked as my heart skipped a beatnik. My question required an answer.

"She might make for a man back to our room."

"Well, you could always share him,"I said in almost a croak.

"And what if I didn't want to ?"asked Belinda in response to my puckish suggestion.

"Ask Cindy to tie you up so you don't have a choice,"I quipped as I felt a jolt in my loins.

"I might just do that. It could be fun,"she returned, adding fuel to my smoldering burn.

"Dirty lady friend,"I responded.

"But I bet you'd like it though, wouldn't you, cucky boy ?"she asked, knowing my answer.

"Got ta go. Speak soon,"I blurted, giving a nimble blast on my air horn as a parting cheerio before I pressed end call. I was starting to liberate concentration.

………….

I pulled into the Sydney depot a little after 3pm to be greeted by my beneficial spouse Pete.

"farewell it with us,"said Pete."We'll do the swap over and re-fuel. Crib three is disengage if you wan na grab a duad of hours after you've eaten. cairn terrier ain't gon na go away."

"Cheers Pete. make us a milk shake about eight thirty, yeah ?"

"Need tucking in ?"he quipped.

"You wish,"I quipped back.

………..

I drove hard through the Nox to beat the Brisbane first light rush before pulling up near Noosa for a few hours kip.

I brimmed the truck's three fuel tank and set off again at mid-day. I drove straight through and reached cairn terrier on the smell of an oleaginous rag at seven the future morning… 19 hours straight…. I'd had enough.

3000 kilometres in 51 hours….. if only supermarket shoppers knew the truth.

…………….

"Hi, honey buns,"I said to Belinda when she answered my call."In Cairns safety and sound. How you's going ?"

"I've done my induction, so this afternoon I go in for a three week stretch. I hope you don't nous, but with it only just being set up and the first batch of arrivals still drifting in, that's how they want to work it. At least I'll then get a wholly calendar week off. They've got me on nights seven while seven, but it should be Ok…. You sound tired."

"A bit, but I'll be capable to sleep all today. They want me to go overnight to Normanton. goodness knows why the local son can't do it. I think they're short-handed."

"They're struggling for staff here too. There's supposed to be eight surety guards for the three hundred elbow room. There's still a lot vacant, but even so they've only got two guards at the mo. It just doesn't seem enough to me. I hope whoever's in there behaves themselves."

"You gon na be in a room with Cindy then ?"I ask, seriously wanting to know the answer.

"Nah. The rota were already drawn up to overspread the experience around, but I am gon na take to share. I meet my new room-mate later today. They've told me she's a third-year auxo and that we'll be working as a team."

"I hope she's not a raving tribade,"I quipped.

"Oh, I do,"Belinda quipped back.

"Dirty girl,"I said.

"You go get a exhibitioner and some eternal sleep. I can smell you from here."

"Yeah, thanks. Message me when your new lesbian booster turns up. Ni nighttime, fuck you."

"Nighty Nox, cucky boy. Love you more."

……………

I slept all day and awoke at 6pm to find a new school text message.

"Not a raving gay woman. Has swain, but gorgeous and seems a big vamp. Maybe she brings men back to room."

"Maybe you both should."I text back.

"Maybe we will,"her text teased.

…

My cock stirred as I pondered her words a little tardy whilst taking a shower.

…

I saddled up and was just about to overstretch out of the grand for my ten hour nightlong run across to Normanton when my cell pinged ‘ new content ’. I opened her school text and read.

"They recon some bad bollock turned up today. cop here tonight for spear carrier security though, so smell safe."

"I just leaving yard. What they done ?"my text returned.

"Dunno, but they said don't be alone with them."

"Best not then. Stay safe xxx"

"I'll hold back away …. unless they're all rapists."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Don't claim me. I may be meddling …. cucky boy xxx"

…..

The supposedly ten hour overnight ride out west turned into a twelve minute incubus. It was lashing rainwater by the time I arrived.

…

"Lucky you made it,"the guy at the homestead shouts up at my open cab window from inside his flapping and dripping-wet oil-skin."A big one sexual climax and it'll turn our track into a swampland. You may be here for a day or two. back in under the shed before it dumps, then come in and have a feed while the boy fork you off."

"Cyclone ?"I ask anxiously.

"Not yet, but everyone's on edge."

….

Far North Queensland violent storm can be foul. I'd heard there may be rainwater, but with no radio response on my nightlong trip across afford country, this ‘ big one'was an unwelcome surprise.

…..

By the time his low crew of four had off-loaded the jigsaw of dialog box and beams which would become their new machinery store, the raindrops looked like knitting needle flying sideways.

……

"You in a big rush ?"asked the homestead guy as we looked forlornly out of the kitchen window,"‘ cos even if you make it to the bitumen, that shit-show they class as the road back to Cairns ain't gon na be worth two bob with this lot."

"I'll stay until it's all cleared away,"I ceded,"if that's Ok with you guys ?"

"No need to ask, old mate,"he replied, slapping me a dyad of fourth dimension on my shoulder,"Just leave a few bob on the electric refrigerator for your beers."

…..

And so it was. A remote bush homestead at the end of a long muddy track and with telephone set telegram down and no cadre reception.

Two nights I was there. I was gon na say stuck there, but that wouldn't have reflected the reliable warmth and cordial reception these bushies extended. They treated me just like family.

….

On the third day a mud-caked police Hi-lux 4x4 pulled into the homestead forecourt.

"People been looking for you,"the sergeant said as he straightened his cap while walking towards me, then surprisingly extending his mitt for a shake.

"Not you guys I hope,"I laughed, partly from backup man at knowing the outside domain still existed.

"I think …. Belinda, is it ? …. may give you a arduous time than we ever could when she gets hold of you. Your silence has been driving her crazy. She'd seen on the news program that we'd had it bad, and when she couldn't scope you, she got onto your boss, and your sat-tracker confirmed you were here. So she got onto the Melbourne Met who patched her through to me, and I assured her that if you were here, you couldn't be in any right hands. She did say that if I found you were Ok and her headache had been unfounded, you were going to pay for it. There isn't anything I should know about, is there ?"

"No serjeant-at-law, honest. We're sway solid,"I said with an ironic chuckle."She wouldn't have been good. Just unduly worried I guess. You know how it is ….."

……….

So, at break of day the next morning I drove out of the homestead and pussy-footed all the way back to Cairns.

……..

As I got closer to culture, my cell picked up a sign, so I pulled into a lay-by and made the call.

"Oh, thank goodness you're Ok. I was worried sick. The news said some of the roads were washed out about the Same time you were you there."

"fountainhead, kind of. The headphone lines were down and the cart track to the homestead was too slipshod to take a chance, so I decided to stay put for a pair of twenty-four hour period. I'm nearly back in Cairns now though. How you's been ?"

"We're Ok. The new girl I share with is a great laugh, and there's been no problem with the residents. Those bad eggs weren't the rapists I'd hoped"

"Dirty girl. Look, I need to get going before they all leave for the day, but I'll text you as soon as I know what's happening and where they intend to send me."

"Speak soon then. erotic love you."

……….

"Moved Normanton, have they ?"the sarcastic yard foreman asked when I walked into the cairn terrier transport part at six o'clock that evening.

My XXIV 60 minutes round trip had taken five days.

…..

I didn't ring Belinda. I just sent her a text saying I was ok and to wish her good night.

………….

I couldn't get loaded that night for an early departure, so it was after ten the future break of day when I started the twenty time of day ride back down to Brisbane. It was only a few bales of contract recycle cardboard, so I dawdled along, taking my prison term and stopping for a eternal sleep, arriving at 6.30pm the side by side day.

During all that metre we only sent a twosome of substitution of textual matter to basically severalise each other we were well and still alive.

………..

When I'd parked up, I rang her.

"How you's doing now ? I'm in Brizzy for tonight. Parked up outside a recycle yard. It stinks, but I'm good."

"Ha ha. Told you I could smack you from here. Who's a dirty lady friend now ?"

"Have you been a dirty girl ?"

"Maybe,"she taunted.

‘ What you been up to then ?"

"We've all been tested for Covid every day and no-one's got it, so we're allowed to socialize now."

"Socialize ay ? And who you been socializing with ?"

"That would mean being with several mass, so technically that's not quite correct."

"So who then ? Just your sapphic friend ?"

"Oh, trust me, she's definitely no lesbo."

"So who then ?"

"Just some immature New Zealand guy. It's ok. He's been missing his Mom, so I'm looking out for him. He's nice and cute."

"How old is this young New Seeland guy then ?"

"Immature I said … I got ta go, my transformation's already started."

"How old ?"

"tone, I'm meddling now"

"How old ?"

"20 four. Got ta go. Love you. Ni-Night."

…

She'd ended the call without me even saying goodnight.

Does the idiomatic expression ‘ Gggrrrrr'mean anything to anyone here ?

……..

I bedded down it my sleeper-cab for the night. At 3 am the ping of a text woke me.

"He really is nice and cunning but his tight-fitting boy-shorts make him look immature. When I say he appears immature, I mean it looks like he could be quite dense. When I say it looks like he's quite thickset, I don't mean thick in the head. Ni Night, cucky boy."

I fell back to catch some Z's with an erection.

……..

The fork-truck driver whizzed off the cube of cardboard just after 5 am, and I scooted across to our Brisbane depot just as the traffic got lively.

"You up for another run up to Townsville and cairn terrier ?"asked the dispatcher in the office.

"I do live in Melbourne, you know."I sarcastically replied.

"We're short on stave, and Serge said he could dispense with you for a few years. Wan na go or what ?"

………

I texted Belinda.

"Got go back up north. Def away another 5 days min."

It was half an hour later and I'd already hitched up my preview when her answer pinged.

"Gon na be stuck in here too. Not boring though, not now I've found something interesting. Keep your judgement on the road, cucky boy. Now going bed."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Not yet."was her sweet, brusk reply.

………

I had breakfast and a shower and spent another two hours dozing. I set off at just after 2pm and intended to labor straight through. I got a substance at 6.45pm as I was approaching a truck-stop where I could brim my tanks with cheap fuel, so I pulled in, had a pee and read her text.

"Nox switch was Ok. Had right sleep till after lunch. Been occupied well-nigh of afternoon."

"Occupied ?"I texted back.

"Fully occupied, cucky boy."she returned a few minutes later.

…..

I drove with an erection and my learning ability on auto-pilot most of the residue of the dark. I pulled into the Townsville transportation station at 6 am the next morning.

……

"Townsville safe. Cairns future. You had good work shift ?"I texted while the boys forked away half of my cargo.

I didn't get a answer until almost an hour later when I was just about to leave. I was tired and wanted to get the five 60 minutes finale leg over and done so I could get some well-earned sleep.

"Just fin. Boring night. Now shower, breakfast, bed. Text when u get there. I prob fast asleep."

"OK xxx."

……

I'd been driving for near of the last 23 60 minutes and was dog tired when I arrived in Cairns at 1pm and dropped my prevue at the loading docking facility.

I simply texted"C safe, nite xxx"and clambered into my cab bunk and slept.

…….

It was dark when I awoke. I looked at my sound. Irish bull, nearly midnight. More than ten hr sleep. I had been tired.

…….

I did a long a pee on my rear tyre, then texted.

"Only jus woke up. You Ok ?"

"amercement. Busy."She almost immediately replied.

…….

I wandered across the one thousand to where I could see the the night security guy sat in his little illuminated wooden cabin watching what I assumed was porn on his lap-top.

"Sorry to touch if you're in use,"I said to his red face after knocking and waiting half a minute for him to unlock and open the door to his niggling wooden world.

"Sorry,"he gushed,"They told me you were asleep in your cab and I didn't expect ….."his words trailed away.

"Hey, don't worry about it,"I soothed his embarrassment."We've all been there. Any prospect of a coffee ?"

……….

We sat and chatted for the best parting of an hour, then he suddenly dropped half a bomb-shell.

"You going back to Brizzy tomorrow, yeah ?"

"Heading south at least, I guess. cypher has said, but I wan na start heading back to Vic to see my wife as soon as I can. It's been a piece. Why, what's up ?"I asked, having seen he had some variety of scheme in mind.

"A mate of a Ilex paraguariensis has got a niece who needs a airlift back down there …"

"Oh, I dunno."I interrupted his period. Giving ski tow was not something I did. Any of us did.

"No, I know, I know, no-one does lifts."he acknowledged, understanding my reluctance,"It's just that she came up here on the promise of a job and it fell through, you know, all this Covid shit and stuff. She's done her doe and needs to get back down home."

"Oh, now look, I know everyone's doing it toughened, but …."

"come on,"he cajoled,"At least think about it. babble to the girl. She'll be here in the good morning looking for someone to pack her. See what you think."

…..

Now I'm a fair and sane guy, it's just that I don't do airlift. It even crossed my mind to just put her four-in-hand fare on my credit card, but if Belinda checked our statement and saw … ….. and I knew if I looked in the Andrew D. White of her eyes, whatever she was like, I'd end up with an unwanted passenger, but against my better judgement I said,"OK."

……

It was just after 6 am when I walked out of the freight billet. I was to return to Brisbane, but there was only an discharge dawdler to take. I wandered across to the security wooden cabin.

"This is Paula,"the surety guard introduced."Paula, this is Dez."

She was a nubile, diminutive and fairly Whitney Young thing aged about twenty two I guessed, wearing a skimpy white top, a denim mini-skirt and sandals. Her houri size made her seem a bit younger.

I tried to claim mastery. I motioned for Paula to come to outside, and we had a little chat.

"Isn't there any other way you can get down to Brizzy. I'm really not supposed to give lifts."

"I've got no money left, and Mom stocked up on food and hooey in case of a lockdown, so she won't have any plain Johnny Cash to send me until pay-day at the end of following hebdomad. We had an debate about me coming up here in the first place, so she's in no humor to borrow money on my score. I daren't tell her I've got no-where to stay on and am belike to starve to end before the end of next calendar week. It's all bad, I really need to get home, like, now."

I sighed a gravid sigh down my nose."I sympathize, I really do, but….."

She grabbed handle of my shirt sleeve and glanced around at no-body near.

"I've got no money, but I'm desperate. I'll make it worth your spell, if you know what I mean ?"

I knew exactly what she meant, but even that didn't airstream with me.

"You've not met my wife, have you ? She'd cut off your tits and then take a knife to my balls, if you know what I mean ?"I threw back.

"Ok, ok, but are you gon na help me or what ?"she said, becoming rakish at having her obvious charm rejected, and I guess also out of desperation and despair.

"Now listen up,"I said, taking control, as I grabbed her arm and gave her a shake,"look at me."

"What ?"she asked, not understanding my drift.

"feeling at me. appear into my eyes."She did.

"Have you got a boyfriend back home base ?"I asked.

"Yeah,"she answered.

"And can't he get off you any money ?"

"He's got less that I have."

"And do you make out him, I mean, do you really enjoy him ?"

"Of form I do. I miss him."

"And you were prepared to, you know, do me a favor to get a lift ?"

"Look, if you don't want to subscribe me, I'll find someone else,"she said, her eyes starting to fill with tears, probably thinking I was giving her a toilsome clip for no reason and being a complete ass-hole.

"I'll take you."I said, breaking the stress,"but no hanky-panky, Ok ?"

She virtually leapt up into my implements of war like I was her best friend who she hadn't seen for weeks.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,"she blubbered, as rip streamed down her precious trivial face. I must admit, I welled up a little too.

……………..

It was five hr later as I was beetling along on the twenty hour trip and making in effect prison term, my just freight being an empty drone and Paula and her little traveling bag, when my hands-free beeped an incoming strange number call. I looked across at Paula and put a finger's breadth to my lips, and she made a zip question across the replete breadth of hers.

"Yes ? To whom do I speak ?"I asked.

"Is that Mr. Dez ?"the hesitant but unmistakably apteryx accent asked from my dash speaker.

"Sure is. What's up ?"I returned, still none the wiser as to who was calling.

"You don't make love me, but my name is Nikau, and I'm kind of a Quaker of your wife."

"Yes, go on,"I said, my heart having seemingly leapt into my throat.

"Well, I'm just ringing to ask if you're poise with it ?"

"assuredness with what, exactly ?"The heart in my throat suddenly racing.

"Us being friends."

"And just exactly how friendly are you two being Quaker ?"

At this point in time I glanced across at Paula who flared her oculus wide open like saucers.

"fountainhead, just Quaker, so far, but …"

"So far ?"I repeated back, interrupting his flow.

"Well, sir, she is being quite flirty but I know she is espouse and I just…."

"Let me ask you something,"I again jumped in, surprised he had called me ‘ sir ’."How did you get this bit ?"

"I know it was improper, but we were in the canteen sitting together when she went to the toilet facility and left her mobile on the mesa, and I took a picture of her contact lens list."

"That's very honest of you to recount me, Nikau. Are you always this honest ?"

"My Pop told me to always be on my guard sir, yes."

"Be on your guard ? How so, Nikau ?"I asked, repeating his figure. I must allow in, it had a gracious ring.

"well my uncle is quite famous and I've always been taught to deflect bringing any dirt to the family."

"And who is this famous uncle of yours ?"

"I can't say his name, because I don't want it attached to any problem I may accidentlly stimulate, but he plays for the New Seeland All Blacks."

"You're not in any worry, Nikau. Not yet, anyway. So, he's in the All Blacks, eh ?"

"Yeah. He got me a trial there once, but I wasn't quite fast enough."

"So you play rugby ?"

"Oh, yeah. That's why I'm in Melbourne. I've got a trial with one of the local A level teams."

"What stead you play, Nikau ?"I asked with literal pastime. I'm a bit of a rugby fan myself.

"Usually front row prop, sir."Nikau stated.

Now, for those who aren't familiar with the game, a distinctive front row prop is built like the proverbial brick shit-house, and who could probably also carry one under each arm.

"And the Joseph Black knocked you back ‘ cos you weren't fast enough ?"

"Well, they are all pretty good at everything, sir."

"Hey, Nikau, do me a favour and stop calling me sir. My public figure is Dez, Ok ?"

"Yes, sir, Mister Dez sir …."he struggled with the habit of a lifetime.

"Now let's go back to the beginning. You took a peril to get my act, which is fine, I'm not angry, so why exactly are you calling ?"

"fountainhead, Belin…. I mean your wife … and I seem to make become great friends and she's invited me back to her elbow room this afternoon. If she didn't William Tell you and you found out from somewhere else and thought there was something going on, you might …… well, I am in quarantine in here and if the media get, well, I don't know how to explain. Like I said, my family can't be seen to be involved in any scandal."

"That was all a bit of a jumble, Nikau, but I know what you're trying to say. looking, I'll evidence you what. Do not, I repeat, do not tell my wife you rang me, but you may go to her room this afternoon and have a coffee and talk or follow a movie or whatever else she had planned. But if things get a bit flirty I want you to say something to surprise her….. have you got a pen ? …… near, now write this down."……..

……………..

With Paula being my totally broke co-pilot, I generously made two hamburger-joint pit stop and a pee plosive I wouldn't usually make, which added extra time to the journeying. She also caused me to retard down for a suddenly while when she announced the vibrations of the truck were making her horny. She then proceeded to rate her feet wide of the mark apart on the dashboard and finger herself to an overtly lustful and very vocal climax right there on my passenger seat as we were driving along. I reminded her the deal was no hanky-panky, but she'd responded,"try and stop me if you dare."

I read Belinda's text at the second pit stop at 8pm.

"We need to talk."

I needed to verbalise too, but not now. To be fair, having Paula riding shot-gun was unnerving, so I couldn't facial expression it right there and right field then. I got behind the bicycle and drove.

…………..

I pulled into the one thousand at 1am in excellent time, despite the guiltless but interesting distractions, having been hauling an abandon trailer.

"You sleep in here,"I told Paula,"and I'll go get myself a crib, and don't speak to anyone until I get back in the morning."

"Can't you stay here with me, or can't I come in there with you ? It would be nice."she pouted with a puppy-dog plea and a twinkle in her eye, to which I simple responded,

"Which do you believe she'll cut off first ? Your tits, or my globe ?"

"Yeah, sorry,"Paula simply responded back.

Once I'd thrown my backpack on the bed in the cot, I sent a text, knowing it would order her the metre sent.

"In Brizzy safety. Tired, going slumber. Text me in morning."

…………..

I awoke at 8.30am and understand Belinda's text.

"Had tiring shift. Going bed. Text me when you wake and know what you're doing. Need to speak please."

I quickly made my way across to my hand truck. Paula and her little suitcase were gone, but a pair of used panties were on my seat. I walked over to the yard-man's hut and asked if he'd seen her.

"Remember William Benjamin Hogan's Heroes ?"he answered without diverting his attention from the daunting jumble of paperwork strewn across his desk. Or row he'd meant Schultz's, ‘ I see nada ’.

………..

The primary freight agency gave me a package of papers for the container and drone I was to take to the Sydney depot.

"If you can get there by lunchtime it would be good,"they'd joked, knowing my motortruck won't do 200 miles an hr. I told them to await me about 9pm.

"Now off to Syd. Be driving till 9. You awake ?"I texted, still conscious we hadn't resolved her ‘ need to talk ’.

I didn't get a reply until 2.30pm.

"Awake now, cucky boy. Can we blab ?"

Knowing the possibility of an awkward conversation, I pulled into the future truck pull-off and phone her.

….

"Hi, honeybuns. I'm just taking a ten minute snorkel breather. How's things ?"

"I'm trade good. Why didn't you call yesterday like I asked ? I needed to talk to you then."

"I was occupied all day,"I echoed her wording from the former day,"and I thought that you may have been the Sami. I didn't want to interrupt anything."

"Well I wanted to let you know they definitely want me to stick an redundant week. They said it suits them for us to possess three workweek on and one workweek off. Is that Ok ?"

"I know Serge has loads of work on, and I've been running two log-books anyway, so if that's the case I'll just hold going for a few days longer. It's a bit operose and I miss you, but the oeuvre is certainly there…… The backbreaking part is being on my own. It gets kinda lonely in this cab all by myself. At least you shouldn't be lonely."

"well, I did have a visitant. That's another reason why I wanted to talk."

"I'm listening,"I said as my bosom skipped a beat, knowing what I'd told Nikau to do and say.

"I needed to talk to you after my New Zealand friend had left and gone back to his room. He'd said the left over thing, almost like, I don't know, like he knew you or something."

"Perhaps he does. What's his name ?"

"He's called Nikau, and his room-mates are called Ari and Benny."

"So you've made three new friends ?"I asked, my pharynx suddenly becoming dry.

"Oh, they're Ok. They're cute and pretty a great deal behave themselves and stay in their elbow room. But when Nikau was here it was odd that he said what he said."

"They pretty much behave themselves ?"I queried.

"Oh, you know what shaver are like. A bit boisterous, but mostly they are Ok."

"Now it's ‘ mostly Ok ’. Have they upset you ?"

"No, its …. never mind, it was probably nothing."

"seminal fluid on then, spit it out. What did they say ?"

"No, it was just Nikau when he was here. When I went to the fridge, he kinda followed me and, well, I was a bit terrified because he kinda cornered me for a minute and studied me, like, scrutinizing, and said he wished you were a cucky boy."

"Oh,"I exclaimed, feigning surprise."That sounds like he had something on his judgment. And what, pray Tell, did you say to that ?"

"Well, I didn't. I was just stunned, him coming out with it like that, using those words and looking at me the way he did. But he backed off when I kinda shooed him away and asked him if he wanted something to drink."

"Backed off ?"

"fountainhead he's quite a bit braggart than me and like I said, he kinda had me cornered. It was a bit scary for a second. I've never said anything to them about calling you cucky boy, ‘ cos they may take it the wrong way. But like I said, he used the idiomatic expression himself. It seemed flighty like, Oh, I dunno …."

"Like if he knew that's what you sometimes called me, he may deliver attacked you or something ?"

"I wouldn't say attack, no, he's not that kind of someone. But if he knew I called you cucky-boy he might have tried to ……. I don't know what he might have done. He is a bit big than me."

"How big is he then ? You joked before you thought he was, how did you say, ,, ‘ thick'?"

"Oh, he's boneheaded alright. thick everywhere."

"A big guy, huh ?"

"All three of them are. They're Mauri rugby players. They've got forearms the sizing of my thighs."

"They've been measuring your thighs, have they ?"

"No, you ass."

"But they must be a bit intimidating though ?"I asked, my heart continuing racing.

"wellspring, they all seem nice and well-disposed, and so far they've all been polite, but when they're all together at the same time, they are a bit overwhelming ….. they are three really big cat, you know."

"And what does your lesbian room-mate have to say about your new friends ?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. She moved out. She's bunking in with another guy. One of the quarantiners. Has been for a dyad of daytime now."

"Is that allowed ?"I asked, genuinely occupy, knowing this Covid shucks can be nasty.

"We're still getting tested every second day, and thankfully no-one has it. That's why they're getting a bit lax here now, with people moving about and mingling like everything is normal. No-one is allowed in or out for a few more days yet, though. With working night I've kinda lost track."

"And you're on your own in the elbow room during the day now, though ?"

"Except for Nikau this last pair of days. We have lunch together, then he walks me back to my room and usually comes in and chats for a footling while. I think he's missing his Mom."

"auditory sensation like you're having fun."

"The work is slowly, with just helping a few elder at bed prison term and dayspring and being on birdsong overnight. It's lunchtimes which usually get me."

"What happens then ?"

"well, I have to go down to the canteen to eat, and that's why I've started sitting with Nikau and his protagonist. There seems to be to a greater extent and more citizenry hanging around down there in the afternoons just lately, and they are getting Sir Thomas More rowdy and uneasy every day. Maybe because there's no inebriant allowed, plus the foiling of being locked in for so foresighted I guess."

"Maybe frustration in other agency too, huh ?"

"Oh, don't talk about that. I'm at the tip where I'm really looking forward to, you know…"

"Me too. But at least I have to hold off. Seems to me you don't have to wait if you don't want to."

"Well, I do want to wait."

"Yeah … ‘ want'to, but don't have to."

"You really are a cucky boy, aren't you ?"

"And if you let that slip to Nikau, you could be a really ill-gotten girl."

"Stop it. You get going before you get me all worked up. Nikau will be here soon to take the air me down to the canteen. Text me when you get to Sydney."

"And you text me if you let anything slip out … or maybe berth in. Text me later anyway, Ok ?."

"Go on, get going to Sydney, cucky boy, and make sure you drive that truck safely."

…………

I was slightly surprised I hadn't received a text edition when I arrived at the yard at 9.15pm.

I texted her,"in Syd safe. xx."

………..

I peed on my back tyre and walked across to the surety cabin where the safety was sat all on his lonesome. He greeted me with a ‘ hi'and told me there was water in the kettle and Milk in the fridge. The news channel on his little TV in the recession was on deaf-and-dumb person, and I was blankly staring at its scrolling up-dates whilst waiting for the kettleful to seethe when I saw the countersign Sampson Hotel scroll across the fanny of the screen.

"routine it up, change by reversal it up,"I agitated at the safety device, franticly flapping my arm towards the TV.

…..

"And we now cross bouncy to our letter writer outside the Sampson Hotel in Melbourne. What can you say us about the situation there now, Michael ?"

"fountainhead it all seems to be calm here now David, after the law had locked down the area here outside the Sampson Hotel earlier today. We haven't had a formal command from the law as yet, but eye-witnesses have confirmed to us here at MBM news show that several of the residents who were confined to the hotel under Victoria's strict Covid quarantine regulations were taken away in some of the fleet of police force vehicles and one of the ambulances which attended the scene."

"And what do we know about why those people were removed by the law earlier today ?"

"Until we have an official assertion from the police, we can only go on what eye-witnesses have told us, David. Most of those detained appeared to feature diverse minor injury consistent with the rumor of a mass brawl which is alleged to bear erupting inside the hotel at some level in the early to mid-afternoon. One person was taken to Caufledge Hospital, and our source there reports that individual, believed to be a man in his L, is in a stable experimental condition with non-life-threatening injuries."

"Thank you, Michael. We'll leave it there and bring you to a greater extent updates as they come to hand. We turn to sport now and the Cicily Isabel Fairfield sea-coast Sea eagle ………."

I waved my hand, and the guard turned down the sound.

"You OK ? You look like you've seen a touch,"he asked with concern.

"My married woman works there,"I stated blankly as I slumped down onto one of the wooden chairs.

"Oh my God ! Have you spoken to her since, you know, today ?"

"No. She usually texts me around seven, but I've had nothing."

"Do you want to use the telephone set ? Call her ? Call the bull ?"

"No, it's Ok. spring me a moment."

I took a moment. Then spoke …

"A twosome of people I know there have my act, so I'm surely I would've heard if she was involved in anything. She knows I don't usually listen to the news, so she probably assumes I don't know and won't be worried. And no word is thoroughly news program, right ?"

"Yeah, Ok, if you're sure. If there's anything …….. ?"

"No, its Ok, thanks."

………..

I made myself a coffee bean and watched the screen on the silent TV in secretiveness. No other up-dates about the incident were scrolled amongst the other news-worthy event of the day, so after half an hour I told the safety I was heading back to my cab for some sopor.

…………

At five thirty the future dawning I strolled across to the niggling guard hut and the guard had something to bear witness me.

"Come in, look at this, I recorded it not long ago. I've been watching the news and I knew you'd be interested. Overnight they must've interviewed some people from that hotel thing in Melbourne.

And sure enough, without the safeguard realizing it was my wife, he'd recorded her and her audience. A guy in a full haz-mat suit is at the independent incoming, holding a microphone on the end of a prospicient Pole under my married woman's nose.

..

"In your own words, can you report what happened here yesterday, Belinda ?"

"wellspring, the residents seem to have been getting Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent restless in the final stage few days. I came down to have a latterly lunch, and when I was sat at my board checking my Mobile for content from my hubby, somebody suddenly grabbed it out of my hired man, asking why I should have a phone and he didn't. I was trying to snap up it back when someone else pushed me and I fell down, then someone hit him, and next thing I know it seems everyone is fighting all around me while I was laying flat out on the floor. We've never had decent security guards here from day one, so lucky for me it was my ally here who scooped me up and saved me. He's my sub. I don't know how I'm going to give back him."

All the time Belinda was speaking, she's leaning into the side of a huge and tall, young Mauri guy who has his muscled, dark skinned, ham-shank of a tattooed fore-arm draped around her shoulders. The compressed palm of one of her hands was rubbing small circles around the Centre of his broad chest of drawers and she occasionally tilted her straits to glance up into his eyes as she spoke, as all the patch he smiled fondly down at her.

"My only regret is my sound is now broken,"she continued,"so I couldn't inform my married man. But he's away driving his hand truck for several twenty-four hour period, so it's not unusual we don't get to speak for a day or two. I doubt he'll have heard about this as yet, so he won't be worried."

"And you, Cy Young man, what is your name ?"asked the presenter, swinging the microphone pole his way.

"Nikau, sir, from New Zealand."

"We thought you might be,"beamed the bestower, glancing back at the camera with a wry smile inside his full- fount, all the way plastic peak."Were you hurt at all in the incident ?"

"No sir, I just scooped Belinda up in my arms and carried her out of scathe way."He looked down at Belinda and spoke compassionately and directly to her."I didn't gain your earphone got broken though, Bee,"then turned to tattle at the sponsor like he was giving an explanation."I percentage a room with two early friends from New Sjaelland. I'm sure they've got a spare part Mobile River,"then looking down and again addressing Belinda,"if you want, we can chip in you one until we all get out of quarantine. It should only be another distich of days."

"fountainhead I've got some news for you, Nikau,"the giver jumped in,"we've been told that because of the rupture of the hard-and-fast quarantine regulations, the isolation clock is going to be reset to zero, so you may be giving her one for another 14 years. What do you intend about that, Belinda ?"poses the presenter, again flashing a smiling back at the camera.

Although Belinda didn't smile, her eyes appeared to flare with a coruscation, and her resolution to his question seemed loosen,

"I suppose I'll have to put up with it, although isolation from family is really frustrating,"as her circling flat decoration gave the chest of her hero a few firm pats."I think it should be Ok with my married man. He's an interstate truck driver, so he's used to taking precaution of himself when he goes away for a few solar day, and he's one real tough cookie. Won't he be surprised when he finds out it's me who's going to be out of compass for a mates of week ? At least he'll know I have my Italian sandwich and his friends looking after me while I'm stuck in here,"she stated, smiling straight up at Nikau, as he returned a lingering, affectionate gaze.

"well, that seems to be all from here at the Sampson Hotel for the bit. It's back to you at the studio, David."

…………

I mulled over the altogether situation.

At least I know she's safe and why she hasn't called or texted. If she got her hands on another phone, I'm not even sure whether she knows my number. There'd been no need to learn it if it had been stored on hers. Of course, I know Nikau has my figure, but obviously he can't William Tell Belinda. And with my record book of incoming calls, I now have Nikau's issue. But by the Saami reasoning, how could it be explained how I acquired that ? And if I looked up the issue for the hotel, the lines would be manic and probably jammed. And if they've reset the quarantine rules inside the hotel, she may not even be able to approach their phone anyway. Of course, my boss at headquarters has my number on Indian file if she looked up the caller number. It all seems a bit tangled at the bit. I decided to stop over-thinking.

I went to the freight billet for my next assignment.

………..

"You Ok for Brisbane again ?"asked the dispatcher."The city infirmary up there seems anxious to re-stock their supply. It's mainly masks and PPE and stuff, so I suppose it's fairly important."

"Oh, for goodness rice beer,"I moaned,"am I the exclusively driver in this companionship who knows the way up there ?"

"It's all we've got until tomorrow,"he bats back,"and that's across to Adelaide."

"At least that's heading in the right steering for me to get home for a twain of days. It's been a while."I pointed out.

"I know, but this Brisbane Hospital job is fairly urgent,"he cajoled with Bob Hope in his eyes.

"Ok,"I sighed,"give me Brizzy.

………..

I collected the paperwork. I hooked up my preview. I climbed into my cab ….. and I drove.

10 hours of non-stop hard drive later I'm pulling into the huge delivery bay behind Brisbane Hospital, with the last hour adding to the late afternoon traffic nightmare.

I look at my phone. Still no substance. Damn.

At 8.30pm as I'm pulling into our Brisbane depot to park up for the Night I get a beep of a text.

It's from Nikau.

"Dunno if you heard. Was some worry here. Your married woman not Byzantine but her telephone set got broken in the bother. She is fine."

"Thank you. hold back in touch."

………

Next morning I'm asked to look at a consignment back to Sydney. I saddle up and at 7am I'm on my way.

I was making skilful time, so when my sound beeped a message at 12.30 lunch-time, I pull up for a schnorchel, a pee and a read. It's from Nikau.

"Belinda and Ari were sharing banter in canteen when she jokingly called you cucky boy. He been teasing her about it. Just letting you know."

I tried ringing his number, but it just went to call-answering. He texted again.

"Not allowed talk on telephone set in canteen no more. They think I playing a game."

"You with them ?"

"We all in mobile canteen, yes. B stopped work for tiffin break."

"Stopped do work ?"

"After the difficulty, she asked for day transformation and got it."

"Ok, thanks. Keep in touch."

………..

I resumed my journey, mulling over the logical implication and timing of her dayshifts.

………..

fight my way through the rush-hour buzz, I pulled into the Sydney yard at 6.30 pm.

At least here, I can get a canteen meal, a shower and a crib for the nighttime. It's all good.

………..

At 8 pm I send a schoolbook to Nikau's number from my little oblong bedroom.

…………

"How's matter there now ?"

"All good."

"Is B vex about me ?"

"Not at all. Why would she be ?"

"I not speak to her for like 3 days."

"I've spoken to her."

"What u mean ?"

"Told her u must be safe cos been texting me."

"U told her ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"U told her u looked at her sound ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"No arcanum between B and I no more."

"No mystery ? U been talking about me ?"

"My dirty girl been talking about her cucky boy, yes."

"You call her dirty girl ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"She my grime female child now, cucky boy."

"You call her dirty young woman to her face ?"

"She calls herself dirty girl to all our faces."

"All faces ?"

"Ari, Benny and me."

"How long she been doing that ?"

"Ever since became demonstrate dirty."

"Certified dirty ?"

"Ever since got herself blacked."

"How long this been going on ?"

"About 24 column inch ?"

"24 inches ?"

"Do the math ….. eight inches times three."

"Was it just a one off ?"

"We all got off."

"Was just one off though ?"

"B just told me to say it'll end up being 336 column inch"

"336 inch ?"

"8 x 3 x 14 days"

"She there with you now ?"

"We all are."

"Can I speak to her ?"

"Not really. Hope you don't mind."

"doe she mind ?"

"Had no complains."

"So can I address to her ?"

"She said to say no ‘ cos about to be fully occupied again. Just said to say ‘ good night, cucky boy ’."

…………

At 1.30 am I'm awakened by a ping. I opened and read the text.

"Our dirty little girl said to say you don't have to worry, she's being looked after by her new friends. And if tonight anything go by, for next couple week she gon na get well and truly taken care of… … nighty Nox cucky boy"

I fall asleep with my hand slowly stroking my erection.

……..

Next morning I send a text to Nikau telling of my adjacent destination. I get an almost exigent reply, and I doesn't come as a over surprise.

"Our dirty lady friend don't care where you are, cos she in 7th heaven right here."

"Can I speak to her ?"

"My talk time mention reserved for my Mom. I can unlimited text for free."

"Tell her I love her."

"She loves you too, but we found other thing she loves."

"Is she getting her own phone ?"

"Dirty young woman is mine, cucky boy. From now on, you go through me."

"Tell her I'm safe and well."

"I pass it on 5 times a day if you want. I'll text u whenever I feel like it."

"Ok."

"shit right Ok cucky boy. Dirty girl is ours, so go overstretch your own little house trailer. Ha ha ha."

……………..

And so it was. Over the next few twenty-four hour period I tramped up and down the Orient seashore corridor, working all hours God sent, regularly reporting I was safe and well. All I received in coming back were a series of unwholesome and unnerving textual matter.

"Our dirty miss getting marked-up every day."

"She upset Ari last night. She know not do that again."

"B got breakfast in bed this aurora. Had to open up her sass wide."

"She's not wearing her wedding striation no to a greater extent. What you think to that, cucky boy ?"

"B has no complains, but was moaning late into the night."

"You been pulling your trailer, cucky boy ? Every Nox we been pulling a train."

"B begged Benny to stop. He laughed and kept on going ... ..and going…… and going."

"shop ran out of extra large safe. Me and Ari not been using them anyway."

"Wow. Should've seen B last-place night. You really should've ... Sorry, forgot, you can't."

"B been treated well. Every Nox she been well and truly taken charge of."

"You been delivering your load ? Us three stud poker been delivering ours."

"Did I tell you she getting dirtier every night ? I can't remember."

"B ran out of the tablet. Said she don't forethought, said ‘ just do me.'”

"neighbor complained of randomness, asked could we ‘ hold it down ’. benne misunderstood."

"She never had 3 at once. Tonight that changes… ... we decided."

"Said being dirty is dainty. Said getting blacked way much better."

"Screams and wriggles a lot, don't she ? Still had no complains though."

"You been pulling your house trailer, cucky boy ? We been pulling a train every night."

………………….

After eight daytime of this texting annoyer torture, I finally end up back in Melbourne.

………………..

"I need a couple of days off, Serge. I've not seen my wife for nearly a month."I say to my gaffer back at nursing home base.

"You done well, son, made us both some adequate coin. get hold of a couple of days while I get your truck serviced. I'll tell ‘ em not to cannonball along and I'll give you a outcry when it's ready. But our books are chock-a-block entire, thinker, so I'll need you to start straight back then, Ok ?"

"Cheers chief, no worries."

…………

I jumped into my car and sunburn straight over to Belinda's Mom's mansion.

The andiron jumped all over me like a rash before they dashed off back outside. Belinda's Mom gave me a tenacious, big squeeze hug.

………….

"Suppose you heard about the Sampson Hotel fiasco ?"Mom asked.

"ignominy they reset the quarantine clock and she had to continue in there another three weeks."I moan.

"What are you on about ? Belinda's been at home in self-isolation for geezerhood. I thought you would've known."

"What are you talking about ?"it was my turn to ask a dumbfounded dumb doubt. I hung on every word of Mom's unnerving answer.

"She's been at house. Not long after the din she came down with a cold, but even though she tested negative, they sent her home anyway and told her to last out there for 14 Day just in case. If she stays in hard-and-fast isolation and then trial run negative, she can set forth back at the hotel. The way have tons of work on their books, so In about four daytime'meter at the end of closing off, assuming she tests negatively charged, she'll be going in for another three week least sandpiper. oasis't you guys been talking to each early or what ?"

"Not really. It's a long story. So she's been at house on her own, then ?"

"Of line she has. Who else would she be with, you gravid lummox ? I've been dropping food for thought and supplying on her veranda and talking to her through the glassful in the forepart window. Didn't you hear me ? She's been in what's known as isolation, dopey. The clue is in the name."

"Oh, yeah, right…. It's just that …. Oh, never mind. So did you get her a new mobile phone ?"

"What do you mean ? She'd already got one. Don't you know anything ?"she continued at my intently quizzical gaze."When hers'got broken, that Mauri boy, what's his epithet, Nikau, gave her his own sound as a gift. Said he'd use Harry's or Ari's or whatever his epithet is to call his Mom. They had a stain new one in a box, but no sim. They said they'd sort it all out when they got out of quarantine. affection of gold, that boy. You ought to be grateful."

"Oh, I am Mom. I'm sure he's a wonderful guy."

"At least him and his supporter have landed on their substructure coming to Melbourne."

"How so, Mom ?"It was now patent there was a majuscule deal I didn't know.

"When they got tested blackball and were let out of quarantine they all went for trial at some rugby place. Belinda knows all about it, but when she explained it to me I didn't really understand. Anyway, they've all got placements for the start of succeeding season if they can hang up around ‘ till then. In the mean-time Nikau and his two friends have scored jobs with the security system business firm that supplies guards to that there Sampson Hotel. They'd always been little on security system. It's criminal how they've got away with not having sufficiency safety device. Anyway, now they will have. And it'll be undecomposed for Belinda too, having her Friend there to talk to when she's allowed out of isolation in a few sidereal day'fourth dimension and can get back to work. It's all respectable, hey ?"

"So those Mauri bozo are working at the hotel now ?"

"I don't think so. Not yet. I'm sure Belinda said the rugby home had found them all billets through the rugby academy while they'd been doing their trials, and as far as I understand, they've been allowed to beat down there while they did their security safety courses and wait for their diploma. Hopefully they can start work at the origin of next hebdomad. But I thought you guy cable would've been talking and you'd know all this stuff."

"No Mom, we kinda been talking about other things."

As my mindless left script starts to pinch at my tabernacle and massage on my forehead while I grapple with this new information and blank stare at the base and breathe a deep sigh, Mom asks,

"You Ok, son ? You look stressed."

"Oh, it's nothing, Mom, it's all near ……… everything's just fucking marvellous."

"So by the sound of it you've not been home yet then ?"asked Mom after the dogs had come rushing back, interrupting our conversation by jumping all over me, and then dashing off again.

"No, not yet. I thought she was still at the hotel."

"You guys really haven't been talking give birth you ? Is everything Ok ? You's not been arguing or anything ?"

"No, Mom,"I reassured her with a chortle of ironic laugher."We've only been able to text, so we've been keeping everything brief. It's Ok, it's all good."

"Well good you get over place and see her. It's a shame you can't hug or do anything else,"Mom said with a knowing light in her middle,"but at least you can let the cat out of the bag through the glass and straighten a few matter out. I'm assuming you'll be staying here tonight. The redundant room is free. How long have you got off employment ?"

"Yeah, of course of instruction, Mom, thanks, staying here would be great. I've only got two night off, unfortunately. body of work is short staffed with some of the guys self-isolating and we've got stacks of piece of work on."

"So you'll have to manoeuvre off before Belinda is out of home isolation and back at the hotel for another three weeks ?"

"It looks that way, don't it ? Oh well, I'll go see her and see how she's doing, and I'll be back in an hour or so I guess ……….

………

I could see the next three week our cuckold tantalization game would be yet Thomas More bitter-sweet excruciation, knowing she'll be returning to the hotel with unsated frustration… .... and with her three new rugger playing protagonist to keep her caller.

Oh boy … ... with a now perfect mix of unnerving constituent, her texting tease torture could get a altogether lot lot worse .