Daisy thought she was set for life. The man she'd been fortunate to love and marry was well off. Lengthy plans of marital bliss lay in front of her.
It all came to a screeching halt when her husband passed, leaving her a widow still in early adulthood. Without a need for money and only one for acceptance, Daisy had found herself wandering the world in search of something to fill the void. Searching until she stumbled across lizardmen. No, not the type some believe rule the world from the center of the earth. Hard working, blue collar lizardmen who spent their days driving big rigs across the continent.
Just the mere idea intrigued her. Something to fill her time in search of them. At first merely an interest in that they actually existed. Then she realized that they were endowed with not one, but two members and that raised a need inside of her that she hadn't felt in quite some time.
One thing led to the next. Now Daisy found herself employed at a 24 hour truck stop, taking on the night shift both as cashier and as the resident lot lizard. Oh so responsible for filling the nights with the sound of squeaking truck cabs and well tended to coworkers.
Care to join her for a night of debauchery?
