So there I was, scraping the tiredness out of my eyes as I she pulled me to the truck st op cooler. Her sugar-laced beauty whispered a sweetly terrible taste as the simple thought of her awakened me. Her magic crushing my reasoning, I submitted to the anticipation of her promise. She was my compulsion, and with 600 miles of Los Angeles to Salt Lake City still ahead, the cobwebs hanging in my head exploded my craving for her...