Stacy was born in Houston Texas. His parents divorced when he was four years old and he was raise by his mother, who was a manager of several apartment complexes. Due to her work, they moved around often and Stacy rarely spent more than a year at any one school. Stacy's mother was so busy with work, that by age twelve he was living on his own in an apartment, and only visited by her on weekends. All through high school, he was tormented by bullies for having the name "Stacy". But his name didn't stop him from meeting his first wife in his sophomore year. Together they had two children before divorcing at the age of 21. Shortly after his divorce he became the maintenance supervisor for an apartment complex, where he eventually ended up marrying the leasing agent and having two more children. Years later Stacy became the manager of a towing company.

Kristin was also born in Houston Texas, fifteen years after Stacy. Her father abandoned the family when Kristin was only a few months old. She was raised by her mother and step-father. Kristin grew up poor, living mostly in trailer parks and frequently moving from town to town, state to state. She was teased constantly by other children due to a severe acne problem, bad perm and her thick glasses. Kristin would often eat her lunch in the bathroom stall because nobody in the lunchroom ever wanted to sit next to her. At the age of sixteen, Kristin decided she wanted to meet her biological father. On Father's day she showed up at his home in Houston. He was thrilled to see his daughter and embraced her with open arms. They became close and began spending making up for lost time.

One night Kristin's father invited her to dinner with his family. Kristin's step-mother had also invited some friends. It was at a Fuddruckers where Kristin was first introduced to Stacy... as well as his wife and their small children. As it turned out, Kristin's step-mother and Stacy's wife were old classmates. After the meal Kristin followed Stacy around Fuddruckers while he played arcade games. She still remembers him sitting, playing the Big Rig 18 Wheeler game as she stood admiring him. She was drawn to him, but had no idea why. That was the last time Kristin saw Stacy, until three years later.

After graduating from high school Kristin's father gave her a job working at one of the several impound lots that he owned. It was the grand opening of her father's newest lot and the race was on to see which towing company would bring in the very first car. The gate opened and in drove Stacy with the win. He looked very different to Kristin... even more handsome than he was three years prior. All the office staff ran to the window in awe when they saw him. The whole staff was women, and they ALL had a crush on Stacy. He shook Kristin's hand and they re-introduced themselves remembering how they had met years back.

Kristin liked him... A lot. But he was married, and she was living with a man who she'd dated for nearly four years. They saw each other nearly every day as he would bring in more and more vehicles.

Kristin would drop little hints here and there showing Stacy that she was interested, but all he did was give her a hard time. One day in the office Kristin "accidently" dropped her pen in front of him, then bent over, "accidentally" rubbing her butt on him, hoping that would open the door. Instead, Stacy sarcastically bust out "DID YOU JUST RUB MY CROTCH?!" Kristin was mortified! This guy was such an ASS! Being that Tow Truck Drivers were typically men, Kristin was used to being hit on day after day by them... yet the one man who she wanted to flirt with her wouldn't. He was a challenge, and she was drawn to him no matter HOW much of a dick he pretended to be towards her.

At home, things had not been going well for some time between Kristin and her boyfriend. They fought often and weren't even sleeping in the same room anymore. She badly wanted to break it off, but was afraid to leave since she had no place else to go. So she continued to endure it.

One night Stacy came in as Kristin was clocking out. She could tell that he wasn't his usual sarcastic self. He was upset. She sat on the countertop practically begging for him to open up to her. He finally did. Stacy explained that he and his wife had been going through years of counseling trying to save their marriage to no avail. Today she had told him to leave and never come back. He began to cry.

Kristin opened up to Stacy about her own relationship problems. They talked for hours. He asked if she would like to join him for breakfast when he finished his shift around 4am. Kristin was floored! They exchanged phone numbers and parted ways for the night.

Kristin went home and cuddled up on the couch (her bed for nearly a month)... and waited. She was too excited to sleep as she waited for Stacy's call. 3:00am... nothing. 4:00... nada. She checked her messages... nope. It began to rain. 5:00am and not a single call. Kristin accepted that she had been stood up and sadly began drifting to sleep.

As daylight broke, she decided to check her phone one more time... SHE HAD NO SIGNAL!!! She quickly reset her phone to acquire a signal and found that she had TONS of voicemails from him. She could hear the rain pouring down in the background of his messages telling her that he was outside her apartment complex desperately trying to figure out which unit was hers. She ran out of the house and down 3 flights of stairs in the rain, while frantically dialing his number. But when Stacy answered he was already clear across town.

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