Since they made Route 66 four lanes, there’s hardly any traffic on this road at night.” “Route 66 doesn’t exist anymore,” Edie said quietly. “It’s was replaced years ago by an Interstate. All this traffic is because the area has grown up so much lately. Some people live in Havana and work in Springfield. A lot of people go into Springfield to shop. And people just use their cars more.” She finished buttoning her blouse and continued, “Every Halloween I start out leaving the Dixie Truck Stop as if I had just gotten off work. I hang around for a little while so I can see and hear what is going on.” She laughed quietly. “The Dixie Truck Stop isn’t really The Dixie anymore. It’s a Road Ranger.” “I still don’t understand,” Sam said looking at Edie and then out at the traffic on the highway. “I started seeing you in ’58,” she said with a smile. “I wasn’t sure what would happen if we actually met so I always stepped back into the darkness so you wouldn’t see me.” “But you stayed by the side foot fetish of the road tonight,” he said. It was obvious that it was a question even though he had not specifically asked why. “I thought maybe you could drive me home,” she said quietly. “Maybe you could drive us both home.” Sam took both of her hands into his own and said, “I still don’t understand. How can I drive you home?” Edie took a deep breath and asked, “Did you look in your rearview mirror when that car almost hit you head on?” “No, why?” he answered. “You would have seen two cars merged together in a flaming pile of wreckage,” she said firmly. “We’re both ghosts,” he said in almost a whisper. “Yes,” she answered. Then pointing to herself she said, “I’m the Dixie Highway Ghost Hitchhiker.” Pointing to him she said, “You are the Dixie Highway Ghost Car.” Opening the front door and getting back into the front seat, japanese she said, “What do we have to lose? If you can drive us home, we are home.” She leaned over and kissed him before saying, “And if it doesn’t work, I’ll be waiting by the side of the highway for you next year.” END OF STORY We were on another isolated desert highway when today's real fun began. We had just finished lunch in the last real town we'd see for two days, and were cruising out on a single-lane road across the vast nothingness of the Great Basin. Another brilliantly sunny day, we had the windows down, the sunroof open, and the music up. I was driving barefoot, with some loose khaki shorts and a linen button up to stay cool. Elysa had started the morning in yoga asian tights and a cute flannel, but soon fetish changed into short shorts and a black, spaghetti-strap tank top. Watching her quick-change in the backseat at a quiet highway rest-area, I noticed she hadn't bothered to put on a bra or panties today, and I took every opportunity I could to steal glances at her bare midriff and the points of her nipples against the shirt. She was dozing, reclined in the passengers seat. In the relative solitude, I began to imagine her unbuttoning her tiny shorts, sliding them down around her ankles, spreading her knees and slowly fingering herself while we drove through the landscape. Every glance over at her would bring a new, titillating daydream, and the loose fabric against my crotch would tighten a little. I pulled the car over at a dirt turnout and quietly hopped out to pee. 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