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Ice road Nancy:
This story begins on a gray Friday morning in January when I was 19 years old and in college. I pulled myself from my warm dorm room bed and stumbled my way to my 7:30 class. In this first class of the day I was facing a test I was ill prepared for. I struggled thru the test and my natural luck had held, the instructor managed to ask the few questions I had actually paid attention to. After that class I had about an hour to kill so I went to the student union to get some breakfast. As I was eating my breakfast depression overwhelmed me and I could not stand it anymore. I grabbed my stuff and raced back to my dorm room. At this point all I knew is I needed to get away, I loaded my camping stuff into my truck and hit the road. I had no destination in mind and at that point I was not sure I was coming back.
My truck was a white 1971 Chevy step side with an in line six and three on the tree. For those of you that don't know about trucks this translates into, old truck with a small engine and a 3 speed manual transmission. It wasn't much and it was the perfect example of how my life had been going for the last few years. I had traded my hot sports car to a friend for this truck and cash to try to fund my education. I worked part time jobs whenever I could, mostly cooking in restaurants and home repair work. I had been lucky to get steady work at night in an Italian restaurant but they were closed for two weeks for remodeling so I was low on money and had time on my hands. Here I was wasting the little money I had on fuel, skipping class and not studying. Obviously I was not making good decisions but even all these years later, as I write this, I know getting away was something I had to do.
I pointed my truck to the East and started driving. I avoided the big interstate because I wanted to see things and my truck liked the slower pace. As I passed through many small towns the land got hillier and more wooded. I passed by several large lakes and I refused to even look at the road signs. I was wanting to get lost and after 6 hours of driving I had succeeded. I wasn't even sure what state I was in because I knew the state line for the two neighboring states was only about 2 hours from my school. I was driving on sharply winding two lane roads in very hilly terrain and it had started to rain. The temperature was below freezing and the rain was forming ice on everything. I grew up in this part of the country and the two weather events we fear are ice storms and tornadoes, in that order. The ice was particularly bad in this situation because of the steep winding roads. My fatigue had overcome my anxiety about school, hunger and the weather had me looking for a place to stop. The truck barely made it up the last hill and around the curve was a little restaurant and store. As I entered the parking lot my truck slid down the ice covered slope and came to a stop against the parking barrier in front of the store. I was here for the duration. With the ice I couldn't have gotten my truck out of the parking space let alone down the steep hills.
This place was all alone sitting in a space carved from the heavy woods on one side of the road and a steep cliff on the other side of the road. I could see for miles on the cliff side of the road and I could not see anything man made. I realized I was on top of a small mountain and no matter which way I went on the road it would be a steep downhill drive. The store was older but well maintained. I climbed out of my truck and almost fell twice getting in the door of the store. Once I was inside I looked up and took the place in. It was a small country grocery store with a soda fountain and grill on one side with several bar stools and two booths. Coming out of the back room was a nice looking "Older" lady that to my 19 year old eyes looked like she might be 23. As she walked up to me she had a look of concern on her face and she asked if she could help me. I started explaining about being out driving and the ice and sliding into the parking slot in front of the store. As I was talking I saw a slight smile come to her face and she crossed the room so she was now standing in front of me. As I rambled on I started to feel a little awkward so I smiled and stuck out my hand and said "Hi I am Scott. She took my hand and Said "I am Nancy." It was then that I had a good look at Nancy. She was the healthy girl next door type, not over weight at all but also not a skinny stick like so many of the girls my age. She had a nice set of full C cup breasts riding high and proud under her sweater and a curvy tight tush wrapped in a pair of Levi jeans and a pair of furry swede winter boots. She had clear brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair and a light tan of someone that likes to spend time outside. And to this day I remember
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