"East, Yes, er Yah." Pauline's German was probably as good as anyone from England. Her French was little better and that was pretty much it as far as languages (except for a smattering of Welsh from a tour attached to the Welsh Guards and a few words of Farsi she'd picked up on active duty in the Gulf). It seemed the girl spoke some English - most people did, as it was taught in schools world-wide as a second language, mostly thanks to the Yanks not speaking anything else, was Pauline's opinion. (Although her dad was quite vocal on the subject of whether they even spoke English!)<br/><br/>"Bitte," she replied as the girl offered thanks for the ride, then added, "I can take you as far as Leipzig. Er... Kann nach Leipzig bringen." She knew that wasn't quite right, but it would get the message across. Oddly the girl seemed to have a Russian accent on her English. Or at least, Eastern European. "I'm Pauline, by the way". Pauline caught sight of the cardboard sign that looked somewhat the worse for wear and was apparently penned in all of the main European languages. "Anywhere but home, huh? So where is home? So I can avoid it." She chuckled. "Wo ist Zuhause?"<br/><br/>Apparently it was Russia. "Not somewhere I go often." Pauline was relieved in a way. If the teenager was Russian then her German was probably on a par with Pauline's, and a better common language might actually be English. Pauline had learned some basic German during her time with the BAOR, and had forgotten most of it once the unit was pulled back to England. She motioned to the passenger seat closest to her. "Strap yourself in. The<i>Autobahnpolizei </i>tend to be pretty ruthless about people not belting up." She nodded at the silver and blue Beamer parked on a raised platform by the entrance ramp to the autobahn. As soon as Anastasija was ready, Pauline slipped the truck into gear and started it moving towards the ramp. As soon as she was safely on the motorway, and up to the powerful truck's cruising speed of 100 kph, she engaged the adaptive cruise control and lane detection assist, then leant back in her seat, one hand on the wheel. The CD player was pumping out some good old rock music. Currently,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DJDG2m5hN1vo&amp;hash=0c9d5d4a0cbd7b896b80a8a6ea591988" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDG2m5hN1vo" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fleetwood Mac's "The Chain"</a>.<br/><br/>"So what's a cute Russian kid doing hitching across Germany?" she asked, using English as they quickly established this as the best common language. But then almost before she had finished asking the question, the song hit the instrumental break famous in the UK at least for it's association with motor sports in general and Formula One in particular, on the BBC. "Oooh, gotta love this bit!" The truck was allowed to steer itself for a moment as Pauline played Air Bass, humming along as she did, "Doom, du-du dum du-du du-da-dum Doom!" Just the one time through, then her left hand was back on the wheel. "Sorry, you were saying?"<br/><br/>They made small talk as Pauline drove, the E40 became the B1, traffic was light through the centre of Dortmund at this time of day so she stayed on the direct route, and The Mac gave way to Jethro Tull, then Dire Straights, and the road segued into the E44. By the time they reached Kassel, the talk had turned to Pauline's time in the army. She enjoyed having a captive audience, especially someone from the "old enemy". She grinned as she pointed out the fact that the E7, running North-South, and onto which she swung as the E44 came to an end, was the line where NATO would have stopped the Warsaw Pact, had "the balloon ever gone up". Of course that was just her opinion, and she only said it to see if she could get a rise out of the girl. Germany had been reunified nine years before she joined the army, and the cold war was just a few vaguely remembered images from the TV. She swung the truck right onto E38 and continued East. Soon enough the conversation dried up. Pauline concentrated on driving through the increasingly heavy traffic as the evening rush-hour got underway, and the evening twilight began to close in.<br/><br/>Just past the junction with the E71, Pauline saw a very welcome sign saying that a service area was 5km ahead. "Good, my time's just about up..." She pointed at the digital tachograph that recorded her driving hours. She's been on the road, not counting the stop for lunch and the time spent under the English Channel, for eight and a half hours, meaning she had half an hour remaining. "I generally sleep in the cab on a long run." She turned an undisguised leer onto the girl in the passenger seat. "I think you're going to be joining me, hmm?" The truck slowed and eased into a parking bay. Pauline ejected her driver card from the tacho after setting the thing to "rest", then turned the engine off and pressed the button on the key fob that locked the doors. "I've been looking for someone to try out my modifications on..." She grinned evilly, and unstrapped herself, then stood, released the catch on the passenger seatbelt and grabbed Annastasija by the wrist. She pulled the girl to her feet and dragged her back through the curtained doorway behind the cab.<br/><br/>The compartment was, as already mentioned, similar to a small luxury camper van. It had a small galley kitchen area with a cooker, microwave and fridge, a small work station with a laptop computer sat on the desk, a cubicle with a shower and toilet, plenty of storage space in all the nooks and crannies, and a nice big bed across the back. But the decor was black and red, with posters on the walls of women in various states of undress, often tied in seemingly uncomfortable if not down-right painful positions, and there were no windows.<br/><br/>"Ugh. I need a piss, but I need to spank your arse red too. Shit. I guess you'll have to undress in the shower while I piss. In there, bitch." She shoved Anastasija into the cubicle, followed her in and closed the door, then dropped her jeans, pushed down her panties and sat. "Strip for me, bitch!"