My name is Katherine. A sweet gal who loves the open road. I am rather short and plump. Only five feet two inches tall, thick-bodied and alabaster-skinned, with blonde hair and pale green eyes. I am a curvy gal from the land of the Irish. I came to the USA when I was only twenty years old. Eighteen years later, I still love the land. Especially New England. It's where I live. I am a truck driver by trade. I love working with the guys. In fact, I am in a relationship with a co-worker.
I met Bill when I first came on the job. A big and tall black man with a friendly grin. He looked downright scary back then but he was also a gentle soul. We got along famously. Working side by side was fun. He was funny, and a really nice guy. The other guys were nice too. The only person to give me a hard time was the bitch who was our boss's daughter. I don't like working with women. It gets real catty real fast. I don't need the drama. Guys don't judge you and once they see that you're an okay person, they are decent to you.
Bill and I ended up falling in love. I can't say that I saw it coming. Maybe I should have. We were both outsiders, in a way. I was the only female truck driver in the crew. I was also the only foreigner. Oh, and to top it all, I was bisexual. I kept it to myself. I preferred men mostly but sometimes, I just had to have a sexy woman in my bed. My last relationship with a woman didn't end well. She was the deputy mayor of the town in which we lived. Her husband was the mayor. He had no idea his wife was into women. I feel bad for the guy. Closet cases hurt a lot of people with their deceit.