<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Dixie</strong></span></div><br/>Boy that Tychus is a nice piece of eye candy. He was one of the few men I never did in the camp, together with some other new guys and Rachel's dad as I called him, Foster. Eeewww.<br/><br/>Having found my boots I swung my toolbox over my shoulders and went outside to the limo. The thing had been in the desert for 7 months but all the dust hadn't done it any good. The radiator was full of sand and the bottom had suffered from the rocks hidden under the sand. Whistling an ancient tune of Sweet home Alabama, I opened the bonnet of the car and started checking the vitals. Oil and coulant checked, I checked the tires and then jacked it up on one side. The rough sand was horrible to use a jack and I decided to drive it to what used to be the runway. Sand and small vegetation had now taken over the surface but at least it was a solid underground.<br/><br/>Now being away from the 'bustling' of the camp I jacked it up again and laid down under the car to check for damage. The long period of not driving had sort of done absolutely nothing to the car but not wanting to go back to Foster and the others I pretended to be fiddling with the car. I dreamed of being at other places. A shiny white beach, a nascar race, my dad's garage, flirting with the boys in the local bar. Those times were gone and this desert was now home. Strangely, despite the risk, I was looking forward to the trip. Just to be away from the camp and from AJ.<br/><br/>She is a sweetheart but she needs to get that stick out of her ass and accept that people are different. Yes my language is a bit rude and I might not live a holy life but at least I was trying to make a living. I was surviving. She had given up. I really didn't mind but when I heard the microphone a few hours later and Foster using the loudspeakers with the horn to call everybody in for lunch, I sort of did. Foster was a good man but he hated me. I think he hated me because I never slept with him... Maybe I should ask Rachel for a threesome once so I wouldn't get lousy jobs like checking the cars.<br/><br/><em>Tonight it'll be gone Dixie. Tonight you will be free again.</em><br/><br/>Sighing I lowered the car, tossed the equipment in it and drove the limousine back to camp.