Part VI
"Do you have a flashlight?" he asked.
"Umm, I, uh, I don't think so." I stammered. I was feeling somewhat light-headed now, as if his voice were having some sort of hypnotic effect on me. What was I thinking? What was I feeling? Was he having an effect on me simply because I had dreamed him up? Couldn't be. It just couldn't be!
"That's okay," he reassured me. "I think I have one in my truck."
I handed him my keys, and as he opened the trunk, I saw the muscles in his arms ripple as he removed the spare tire.
"Could you look in the truck for my flashlight?" he asked. "I think it's on the floorboard, or maybe behind the seat."
"Uhh, sure." I mumbled. "Damn, but he was sexy!" I was thinking. "I could really let a guy like this have whatever he wanted."
He closed the trunk of the car, and as I let the beam of the flashlight play over the wheel, he began a slow, steady rhythm of movement as he jacked up my car. He loosened the nuts holding the tattered tire to the car, and deftly placed them in the hubcap.
"There." He said. "All I have to do is put on the spare."
"I don't know what I would have done." I said. I watched him lift the spare to the car, and effortlessly seat it on the wheel hub.
"Almost done now." he said.
"I really can't thank you enough for stopping to help me." I blurted. "God only knows what would have happened if you hadn't come along."
"Oh, I don't know," he replied, as he worked. "I see you have an Auto Club sticker in your window, I'd guess you were about to call them when I showed up." He smiled up at me.
"Yes, that's true," I said. "But anyone could have come along. You could have been some sort of perverted rapist!" What the hell was I saying? I didn't want to give this guy any ideas! Or did I? He seemed like a nice young guy, but I really didn't know anything about him. Was I drawing him a road map?
"Well, I'm not," he laughed. "I just thought about my sister being stranded out here, and, well, I'd want someone nice to stop and help her." He seemed not to notice that I was breathing a little heavy, and there was no way he could know that I still had a tingle of passion in my loins from my thoughts of earlier in the evening.
"I'm glad," I replied. "A woman all alone is an easy target out here on a lonely road." God! I was going to give myself away talking like this. I didn't want this guy to know that I was aroused by his presence. Or did I? What in hell was I doing?
"There," he said, as he tightened the last nut. "That's it. I'm glad I was able to come along at the right time to be of help to you."
To be continued...
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