A/N: As you've noticed, Edward is not the brooding, depressed vampire S. M. created. He's a good guy and not into the raunchy conversations common o the CB radio but, he his a rather lonely single man. You'll see what happens when he lets his hair down, so to speak, for a while in this and coming chapters.

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I let Bella shower first, if she needed all of the hot water, I didn't mind and, I certainly wouldn't leave her with a cold shower. Actually that wasn't a bad idea at the moment. Maybe it was just a mild case of white line fever, I had pushed hard to get that load to Van Nuys on time. Whatever it was, I couldn't help imagining what I would do with Bella in that shower.

I also couldn't help feeling a bit like a pervert. I was posing as a 21 year old and she really was underage, jail bait, if she ever decided to run and wanted revenge. All she would have to do is report me. One rule you learn as a truck driver; when it comes to the law, the trucker is always in the wrong, even if it was the other guy's fault. That ticked I had to pay last month when a drunk in a BMW rear-ended me was proof of that. He claimed that I had rolled back and hit him when the light changed; I hadn't, but trucks do have a roll back problem if the driver isn't careful so, I had to shell out for the fine.

Bella emerged from the bathroom wearing black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that had a picture of a truck and a wolf on it and read 'Leader of the Pack' I had to chuckle at the werewolf innuendo that shirt was sure to garner from Emmett. I quickly showered and dressed in faded jeans and a drab olive t-shirt that read 'New day, same shirt.' One of my many "I am not going out dressed like this" messages to Alice who loved to coax me off to the latest trendy night club.

"Come in Alice and tell Jasper it's fine, Bella isn't going to freak out over his scars." I called, hearing their thoughts outside my door.

Bella shook hands with Jasper and allowed Alice to hug her a bit too exuberantly.

"OW!" Bella exclaimed as Alice bounced with her in her arms.

"Don't break my seat cover." I chided my sister.

"I'm glad to meet you too Alice, and Jasper of course. Edward has told me a lot about you." Bella smiled.

Before Alice and Jasper could sit down, the rest of my family arrived. Carlisle and Esme had picked up Rosalie on the way over and, Emmett had taken a cab straight from the studio to my apartment.

"Emmett, go shower. You smell worse than my truck. How many damned times did you have to fall into that manure pit anyway?" I ordered my brother, reading, fro his mind, that he had been shooting a stunt for a western involving a large pit filled with cow dung.

"I did shower, at the studio, that shit won't wear off for a day or two. Sorry Rosie." Emmett gave his wife the worst puppy dog eyes I had ever seen.

"I saw what Bella did to your truck. I like it, now it looks better inside." Alice chirped.

"Yeah, remind me NEVER to fall for that hot pepper trick again. It might look better but it smells like a French whore house. I can't get the perfume samples out of the velvet upholstery." I winced at the mental images my family bombarded me with.

Oh Man, Prudeward with that many lot lizards in his truck. Have a good fuck there bro?

"One, Emmett." I growled in warning.

"Easy, I was just thinking." Emmett surrendered too easily. I would have enjoyed throwing him off of my balcony.

"Two, Emmett," I warned my brother. "Besides, how would you know if I have had a lizard in my truck? They do make good snacks; after you take advantage of their twenty dollar mouths of course." I fired back, even though I had never done such a thing; Emmett didn't know that.

Alice bounced out the door, heading downstairs to clean my truck for me as she always did when I came home. I waited the few moments it took for her to get in my truck, dive out of it and race back to the apartment.

"It's worse than my visions! Edward that isn't a truck; it's a rolling whore house!." She roared in laughter.