“If I could move this fucking piece of shit, I’d be half-way to Whitehorse!” she screamed at me. . Sexvideo God, that kiss! . I had no idea whether or not Heaven existed. Hell, if I ever collect all the money he owes me, I’ll be able to retire. . While the young fuel-jockey squirted a couple hundred gallons of diesel fuel into the tanks, I ran inside, grabbed a couple of sandwiches and filled my thermos with the last decent coffee before Watson Lake. But when you’re winding along the Alaska Highway at sixty-five miles an hour, who gives a shit? I’ll grab some tools,” I directed her, then remembered my manners. If I’d had my way, I’d have done anything to keep




















