Raditude - From The Mind

[Raditude]

This is a journal filled with thoughts, fantasies, and ideas that I feel I need to write down. Much of the works are dark, twisted, contain sexual content, glorifies drug use, and talks of illegal activites. Unless otherwise stated, they are all fiction.

Many of you will find my works go against your morals. All I can say is, that I'm being honest and true to myself.

I probably won't be posting a lot of the works here, because this is a family site, and I don't want to go overboard.

When I post a new work, please keep the comments and questions in the comment thread (http://www.rangertalk.com/showthread.php?t=1777).

[Raditude]

Raditude – From The Mind: Semi-Charmed Truck Driver

I’ve been driving a semi for a couple of months, at the suggestion of one of my friends. I’ve actually thought about driving for years, but my friend convinced me to try it.

I was in a small suburb one night, and pulled into a truck stop. After completing my paperwork, I stepped out of the truck and into the store. I finished my business and started returning to my truck. In the distance, I noticed a young girl exiting a truck and heading to another truck with an older stereotypical fat trucker. I had paused where I was standing as the girl climbed up into the truck with the guy.

Before I could walk any further, a guy who was also a patron of the truckstop came up behind me and struck up a conversation. “Away from home, not getting any action?” the guy asked.

“Uh, yeah, it’s been awhile,” I replied.

“Fifty bucks will get you an hour.”

I had never had a prostitute, but I knew what was going on. I looked at the guy. He was about my size, but much older.

Remembering the young girl I had just seen, I asked the guy “Got any virgins?”

“Yeah, we got a girl in today.”

I followed him to his truck, He opened the door and yelled in, “Lindsay, come out here.” Before long, a cute little blonde girl emerged from the door.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The girl looked way too young. She looked at the guy and at me with fear in her eyes. I looked at the other trucker. He made me sick. I pulled out fifty dollars and handed it to the guy. He handed me a condom, and told Lindsay to go with me, and do anything I ask her to do.

Lindsay stepped down from the truck and walked over to me. I held out my hand and she reluctantly grasped it. We walked over to my truck. The other trucker who had pimped the girl yelled to us “I’ll be back in an hour.” I opened the door, and helped Lindsay in. I directed her to the sleeper.

“So, you’re name is Lindsay, right? I asked.

She looked up and quietly replied, “Yeah.” She wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

“I’m Raditude,” I replied. “So, how old are you?

“Twelve.”

“Where’s your parents?”

She started crying.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“I ran away. My mom died awhile back, and my dad always hit me. I ran.” She continued crying. “That’s when I met Joe.”

“Is Joe that other truck driver?”

“Yeah,” she continued balling her eyes out. I felt helpless. I wanted to comfort her, but wasn’t sure if she trusted me.

“Can I give you a hug?” I asked her.

She looked up and nodded, and put her arms out. I sat next to her and we embraced as she cried in my shoulder.

I looked at the time. We had been sitting there for 10 minutes.

“Hey sweetie, how many girls are there?” I asked her.

Between sobs, she muttered, “Six, besides me, there’s six other girls.”

“Do you have any family?”

“Just my dad, and older brothers. They always hit me.”

“How bout I call the police, and get Joe taken away, and you and the other girls put in better homes?”

“Can’t I go with you?”

I looked at her, and for the first time tonight, she made eye contact with me. She quit crying as she awaited my answer.

I thought about it, and nodded, “Yeah, you can.” She hugged me.

“Ok here’s what we’re gonna do,” I instructed. “Can you give me all the information you have on Joe?”

“All I know is his name is Joe, and he drives for Continental Trucking in Illinois.”

I looked at the clock. We only had 15 minutes before Joe was supposed to return.

“Ok, stay in the back, we’re gonna get out of here,” I told her.

“I wanna get my things,” Lindsay replied.

“We can’t. If you go back, you won’t be able to go with me. I’ll take you shopping when we get some time.”

I pulled out in the truck and drove behind the guy’s trailer, and got the license plate number. I then left the truck stop and hopped on the interstate. I looked back, and determined I wasn’t being followed. I then pulled out my cell phone and called 911, and reported an anonymous tip of a prostitution ring and gave them Joe’s license plate number.

“Lindsay,” I looked back into the sleeper, “you can come out now.”

She emerged from the sleeper and sat in the passenger seat. I turned on the police scanner, so we could hear the bust, and we were glad to hear justice served.

“Ya hungry? I asked Lindsay.

“Yeah, a little.”

I stopped off at the next exit, and took Lindsay in to get some McDonalds. She got a cheeseburger, fries, and a Sprite. I got my usual, and we headed back out on the open road.

We had long since eaten, and had been on the road for several hours. It was about 5am, and the sun was starting to peak over the hills. Lindsay retired to the sleeper a few hours before. I was getting tired after driving my maximum allowance, not to mention the stress from the day’s unusual events.

I pulled off at an exit, and parked the truck in what appeared to be an empty lot turned designated truck parking.

I climbed into the sleeper. “Hey sweetie, can I lay down next to you?”

“Yeah,” Lindsay replied tiredly.

I climbed over her to be between her and the back wall, so she wouldn’t feel trapped in. I kissed her on the side of the forehead and put my arm around her. She turned over to face me, and had a smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said, as a tear went down her face.

I smiled and nodded at her. She put her arm around me and cuddled up closely.

Lindsay had now been riding with me for a week. We had stopped and got her a change of clothes a few days ago. Today, I just delivered my load, and was free for a week.
I parked the truck, and rented a car for a few days. I took Lindsay to a mall. She seemed interested in pop music, but I got her dancing and headbanging to some rock, so I think there’s some hope for her. I took her to Hot Topic. She looked around, but didn’t find much she liked. I suggested a pair of baggy Tripp pants. She tried them on, but wasn’t impressed. I have to say she looked hot in those pants. We walked over a little ways, and found a tight pair of Tripps, that showed off her butt. She liked them better.

I then took her to JC Penny, where she tried on some Jeans and shirts. Then came the time of the shopping spree most guys dread. Bra shopping. She didn’t have a mom, or a female figure to take her. I really didn’t mind, other than it would be embarrassing and all the funny looks I would get. I asked her if she knew her bra size, and she replied that she never wore a bra before. I looked at her.

“Pull your shirt up tight against your chest.” She complied. “I’d say you’re about an A cup.”

I moved her arms out directly from her sides and put a tape measure around her chest. “Thirty-two.”

I let her pick out a bra she liked, and told her to try it on. She went to the fitting room, and before closing the door, she raised her shirt and flashed me. I smiled, and she returned the smile before closing the door. Luckily, no one was around. It was then that I noticed that there was a mutual attraction between us.

She stepped out and modeled the bra for me. It wasn’t padded, and it held her up firm and perky.

“How’s it feel?” I asked her.

“A little weird,” Lindsay replied.

I put my fingers under the straps and snapped them. I called the old lady who worked there to come over and inspect the bra. Four bras, six outfits, and hundreds of dollars later, we left the store and drove back to the hotel.

I learned a lot over the next couple of months. She believes in God. She’s really flirty. She looks up to me. I learned about her past, where she came from, and what she liked.

I never knew my real dad. My step dad who adopted me tried to raise me as he was, but it wasn’t right for me. I was an only child. I never had a brother, younger or older for that matter. I was determined to be the best male figure she ever had. Her dad wasn’t a great guy, so that tarnished the name “father” for her. Her brothers were no better. I guess I could only be a friend. I decided to let her make her own decisions, and only provide guidance when she needs it. I’d treat her like an equal, instead of being an authority figure. It worked well for us. I wanna be the best thing that’s happened to Lindsay.

It’s been two years. Our love for each other has grown so much in that time. To think, her innocence could have been taken, and her life could have been ruined that night, if it wasn’t for me. We’ve slept next to each other these last few years. Though our hormones raged a couple of times, we still abstained.

She was 14 now, and very mature for her age. I decided to take her to a nice steakhouse. I popped the question.

Well, since she’s 14, we don’t have a marriage license, but marriage is a religious ceremony anyway. Our souls are one in the eyes of God, and I look forward to growing old together.

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[Raditude]

I just made a megamix/compilation of some songs. I got lazy and instead of mixing them together, I played clips, and seperated them with the sound of changing the station on an old time radio. I call the compilation: "Reason To Hate Me." They tell a story.

Songs Sampled in order:

Limp Bizkit - Crack Addict
Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes (The Who Cover)
Tool - The Pot
Mushroomhead - Marijuana User
Saliva - Survival Of The Sickest (Radio Edit)
Metallica - So What (Radio Edit)
Rob Zombie - Never Gonna Stop (Black Cat Crossing)
Dash Rip Rock - Let's Go Smoke Some Pot
Rob Zombie - Never Gonna Stop (Black Cat Crossing)
Dash Rip Rock - Let's Go Smoke Some Pot
Phish - Marijuana
Mindless Self Indulgence - Faggot (That doesn't mean I'm gay)
Motörhead - Jailbait
Phish - Marijuana
Insane Clown Posse - The Neden Game
Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around

Click Here To Listen (http://view.playlist.com/12538701835)