Part V
I punched the kill button on the phone, and thought, "If this doesn't beat all. I'm not good enough to take care of him, and all I seem to be good for is taking care of animals. Damn!" I drove away, out of the gates of the club. As I got back on the highway, I heard on the radio that there had been an accident on a bridge that I would have to take to get back to my neighborhood. The reporter on the radio had said that traffic was backed up on both sides of the bridge. I knew if it was that bad, that I would be there all night. My sense of responsibility kicked in, and I remembered side road that would take me directly to the entrance to my subdivision. Grimly, I decided I would have to take this road, but I also knew that no one that lived on it, and there were no businesses, either. It was literally a straight stretch of totally empty road. I never took that road at night, because if I broke down, there was no one nearby. I'd have to call for help, and wait alone for it to get there. "What the hell," I thought. "I just had the car tuned up, and nothing can happen."
I took the turn, and started to drive a little faster. I was almost halfway there, when suddenly there was a loud pop, and the car began to shudder and swerve! I'd had a blowout! "Oh no!" I thought, fighting to keep the car under control. I slowed down, and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. It was totally dark and not a single light, house, or building could be seen. "This is just what I needed!" I got out of the car, and saw that my right-rear tire was completely shredded. I didn't know how to change a tire! I had the Auto Club for that! I realized that I was going to have to wait for someone to come out to change my tire. I looked into my purse for the card that contained the phone number for emergency service, and couldn't see it through all the junk. I began tossing things from my purse onto the seat. My still-damp panties went first, and then my compact, my change purse, and checkbook followed. I couldn't find that damn card! Finally, just short of panic, I dumped my purse onto the passenger seat to make things easier.
Just about then, I saw lights coming down the road in my rear-view mirror. I quickly locked my car doors and hunched down in the seat, panic seeming to be a good thing at the moment! Maybe they would pass by without noticing me here all alone! As the vehicle approached, I suddenly wondered why I was so fearful. What if this were someone that could help me get my car fixed? I took a deep breath, reached up onto the steering column, and flicked on the emergency flashers. As I sat and waited, I realized I was trembling. "What if, what if?" kept running through my mind. The lights got closer, and I could see that they were slowing. The vehicle stopped, and through the haze from the road dust, I could see a figure, outlined in the headlights get out.
I felt silly for a moment, and thought, "Hey, I live in the South, people still stop to help stranded motorists here." He came to the window, and a gasp escaped my lips. He was about 29 or 30 years old, tall, with dark, curly hair, piercing eyes, and when he smiled through the window, I could see perfect, even, white teeth. God, what a great smile! The denim shirt he was wearing was slightly dirty, and a tool belt hung from his slender hips! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! He motioned for me to roll down the window, and as I did, he smiled again. He was beautiful!
"Is there something wrong? Can I help you?" he asked softly.
"I seem to have a flat tire." I said.
"Well, let me help you change it." he offered.
"Sure thing, let me open the trunk." I coolly replied. "A lot more cool than I felt, at the moment," I thought to myself.
I knew there was a trunk release inside the car, but I wanted to get a better look at him, so I opened my door, put my leg out, and began to exit the car. His eyes traced the length of my thigh, and down my calf to my black pump. He stepped back, with a small look of embarrassment, and averted his eyes. I got out, and as I leaned back into the car to set the parking brake, I could feel his gaze wander over me. It sent a shiver through me as I realized he was admiring what he saw. I turned, fingered my keys, and looked him over. He was about six feet tall, slender, and well built. I let my eyes trace the curve of his buttocks that were encased in tight, dusty jeans. I felt a sudden urge to run my hand over his behind, and felt the same tingle in my stomach that I had felt at the bar earlier. Much to my surprise, he glanced over his shoulder, as if to catch my eyes tracing the curve of his bottom. He took off his tool belt, and threw it in his truck.
To be continued...
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