15 Rape Impromptu

After Keith and Peggy had been together for a year, he decided that it might improve their finances if she became his permanent driving partner. “That way we could rack up a lot more miles and I’d get a good piece of ass every time we stopped.”

Peggy quickly earned a combination truck-auto driving license, but an abrupt change of mood came over Keith before they hit the road together. “Every time I saw Dad, he would drill me about dumping Peggy. Every time I called my kids, they begged me to come back. I felt whipsawed. Sometimes I’d be on the verge of dumping Peggy, but then we’d have some more great sex and I’d change my mind. I didn’t realize that I was being pussy-whipped.

“After three months without seeing Rose or the kids, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was having nightmares about letting my kids down. I decided to go back. I told Peggy she might as well head for California.

“We had a good-bye drink before I started to move my stuff out. I left our mobile home for a few hours and when I got back, she’d smashed the TV. She was passed out on the bed in her blue jeans and loose top and tennis shoes. It turned me on to see her like that. It made me want to have her one more time. I decided to leave her some sperm as a memento.

“I pulled off her shoes and size-three jeans and gently entered her. After I got off, I laid inside her and waited for my penis to get hard again. I kept screwing her until I got sore on the fourth try.

“When she finally woke up, she couldn’t remember taking off her clothes and I didn’t tell her what I’d done. She was still groggy. When she passed out again, I laid down with her and kissed her and fondled her breasts for the last time. Then I drove to Dad’s house to spend the night.

“The next morning she showed up in her Pinto and asked me if I’d had sex with her last night. I told her yeah, I did. She said, ‘And you still want me to leave?’ I said, ‘Yep.’ She said, ‘You’re gonna miss me, you son of a bitch!’

“For the next two to three weeks I stayed with Rose and the kids even though it meant no sex. I realized how much I’d missed them. I’d been with Rose for fourteen years, and most of that time I was faithful. So we had something together, no matter how bad things got. But the rape of Peggy kept playing in my mind. I missed her hot sexy ways. I tried to do the right thing by Rose and the kids, but…I had to go back.”

 

Keith called his trucking boss and got an okay to enlist Peggy Jones as his codriver. It took him a few days to locate her. She’d hitched a ride to Los Angeles with another trucker—“an old guy,” as she described him to Keith.

The reconciled lovers became trucking partners. There was trouble from the first trip. “Peggy let her emotions steer her driving. She would drive four to six hours a day and then say she’d had enough, she wasn’t in the mood anymore. I had to drive all the mountain miles and snow miles while she played games with other male truckers over the CB radio. She would promise to meet some guy for sex, then wouldn’t show up. She thought that was fun. I thought it was childish.”

Christmas was an ordeal. Les and his wife, Betty, a pleasant middle-aged woman from an old Yakima Valley apple-packing family, invited Keith for dinner, but conspicuously omitted Peggy. “When I walked in the door, the first thing I saw was Rose and the kids. The old control artist planned to push us back together. It made my blood boil. At dinner he gave a little lecture about how unnatural it was to live without a wife and family. I told him that I knew somebody who could live without a family just fine—‘Just watch me, Dad!’

“I left early and broke my children’s hearts again. I told Peggy about Dad’s meddling. I took her advice and didn’t talk to him for six months.”

 

It didn’t take long for Keith’s trucking boss to decide that Peggy was a liability and order her out of his cab. He sneaked her back into the jade-green Kenworth conventional but regretted his move. “She never developed a sense of direction or any road smarts, and all she thought about was men. On one trip I was so exhausted as we drove out of Yuma, I showed her the route to Bakersfield and slid into the sleeper to take a nap. She yelled at me that she wasn’t stupid and she already knew the route. I just tuned her out and fell asleep.

“When I woke up, we were parked in a truck stop on I-40 at Exit 76 in Kingman, Arizona. I put a towel over the steering wheel—that’s the trucker’s sign that nobody’s in the sleeper—and I went into the restaurant. There she sat with a bunch of other drivers, drinking coffee and bullshitting. One guy had his hand on her knee, and I heard him say something about driving with her. They’d met on the CB and she’d followed him here.

“I pulled up a chair and put my arm around her. I looked straight at the guy and said, ‘Why are we in Kingman, Peggy?’

“She got all wide-eyed and said, ‘Isn’t this where we’re supposed to be?’

“I asked the other driver, ‘Do you really want this girl as your codriver?’ He nodded yes. I said, ‘When you go to sleep and wake up two hundred miles off course, just remember what I’m telling you. We’re supposed to be in Seattle by midnight tonight, and instead of being on our way in Bakersfield or Santa Nella, here I am looking at your ugly face in Kingman. You want her? You can have her!’

“I got my thermos filled with coffee and headed back to the truck. Peggy was dogging my steps, crying and whining—‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’ What a sorry bitch! Before we left Kingman she gave me a quickie in the sleeper.”

 

Through 1988 and 1989 the odd couple stayed together, with indifferent commercial success. Keith was drained from sex and overwork. “We made a good team in good weather. In bad weather it was hell on wheels. I had to drive 80 percent of the time. And when she was driving I had to stay awake to make sure she didn’t follow some other trucker to Dallas when we were en route to Chicago. On the good side, we had sex two or three times a day in the sleeper. In rest areas we kept that semi rocking, and when we were waiting for loads, sex occupied our time. Sometimes I wished our arrangement would never end. But it did. It ended and started and ended and started more times than I can remember.”

 

The Jesperson-Ellis driving team was laid off in April 1989 and moved in with Peggy’s mother in her crazy little haunted house in northeast Portland. While Keith was recovering from an injury to his arm, he drew unemployment and then went from job to job—excavating, plumbing, sewage, construction, heavy labor. “My friends kept telling me to get rid of Peggy. They saw what I couldn’t see. It took me a long time to realize that she was dragging me down.

“Our worst times came when I was hurt and she started driving with other guys. One night she called me from California and told me she’d lost her codriver and wanted me to meet her in Tigard, Oregon, just south of Portland. She took four hours longer than normal for the run. When she unloaded she couldn’t handle the three-hundred-pound tarps and had to sweet-talk other truckers and lumpers into helping. I could only imagine how she paid them back. When she finally showed up that night, it turned out that the only reason she wanted to see me was because she needed money to finish her run. I went back to our little house with an empty wallet and a hard-on.”