"Trucker" set in 1975 – is erotic lesbian historical fiction Long distance butch truck driver, Toni Coletto pulls off the highway and goes into a diner where she ends up rescuing a young runaway, who calls herself Sonar. Toni and Sonar begin a hot relationship, and the girl feels like she belongs to someone for the first time. However, when Toni disappears, Sonar must make some hard decisions in order to “ I’ve never met anyone like you.” She paused. “Is Toni Coletto your real name?”Toni looked surprised. “Yeah. Some call me Trucker, but Toni Coletto is my real name.”“Trucker, “ Sonar said the name as if she were tasting it. “That’s cool.” She paused and then spoke again. “Sonar Von Cummins isn’t really my name, but, it's the one I’ve decided I’m going to use. It's got a good marquee sound.”Toni didn’t say anything.“Aren’t you going to ask me what my real name is?”“If you want me to know, you’ll tell me.”“It's just plain ol' Sandra Jean Cunningham. And everybody calls me Sandy. I hate it.” As they drove on though the night, the girl dozed off, arms wrapped around herself. She began slipping down until the top of her head was touching Toni’s thigh, while the lower half of her body trailed off the seat.When they hit the city limits, Toni nudged her, feeling certain Sonar wouldn’t want to miss her arrival in dream city. She was right.“Oh wow!” Sonar kept saying as she sat up and looked out the windows of the truck.After a bit, she took a small brush from her blue canvas bag and smoothed her hair, brushing her bangs carefully out of her eyes.She had a little scrap of lipstick left in a scratched up gold plated tube. It was worn so flat, Toni was surprised she was able to get any of the color on her lips. Sonar carefully applied color to her upper lip and then rubbed her two lips together, smoothing out what she’d managed to deposit there.Toni felt a certain admiration for Sonar. The girl was actually one hell of a tough-ass. She had an impulsive urge to rush to a store and buy Sonar a dozen lipsticks, and anything else she saw that she liked, whether she needed it or not.“Where are you staying?” Toni asked.“I don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to see what turns up.”Feelings of worry and alarm went tingling through her. Sonar was nothing but a hitchhiker she’d picked up, a scruffy little nobody. Why should she care what happened to her, whether she ended up on the streets or not?