Authors Note: This is the first chapter to a short story that began budding in my mind earlier. This is a non-erotic chapter, but will hopefully transform into a well thought out story with erotic moments. If you like a story with a nice plot please stick around. I love feedback, please comment or send me an email. With that said, I must go do my exhausting college homework. Enjoy.
~KBG
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"No. Noooo. Shit." I whined and pouted as I felt my car jerk to one side and lose speed.
I was on my way home from the diner I worked at. It was just my luck to break down a half hour away from my cozy apartment on an eerie night like so. I pulled my car slowly to the shoulder out of the way of any passersby. Luckily I had an extra coat, along with an umbrella, in the backseat. Stepping out of my little light blue 1998 chevy corolla and walking around to what I suspected was the problem.
Sea Biscuit was a beater and everyone knew it, but she was my prized possession.
I was 17 when I finally scraped up enough money to buy her. The year after resulted in my Pa' teaching me everything there was to know about a car. I spent more than enough hours on repairing her to just give her away for something shiny and new.
Squatting down as the rain poured over my umbrella and I, I found that my tire was indeed popped. I groaned inwardly knowing it really only was a fifteen minute job tops, but I was not going to be able to avoid the pouring rain. As I began pulling out my spare donut, my lug nut wrench, and my excessively heavy flashlight, a car's headlights turned around the bend and blinded me. To my best ability I ignored the passing headlights as I set everything I needed onto the ground.
"Bastards." I huffed under my breath, slightly annoyed that they didn't even slow down or check if I were alright.
The hospitality just wasn't the same in Los Angeles as it was back home in the little town smack dab in the heart of Tennessee. At least back home almost everyone would stop to ask 'how're ya doin'?' or 'You need any help, Sugar?'
I huffed a stray golden curl out of my face and started cranking the jack up. At least I wasn't a weakling like every coddled woman I knew who grew up in the bustling city. Perks of growing up on a farm and helping with bailing hay every season, I guess.
I was halfway done with getting the lug nuts off of my tire when another car came barreling around the corner. This one flashed its lights at me and when I hadn't reacted, a set of red and blue lights flooded my vision. The police car came to a stop right behind my car with its color still filling the clouded night sky.
The police officer's foot steps were loud on the crunch of the gravel from the little back road I always chose to ride on. Soon a large figure stood over me but said nothing as I continued my handywork. I kept my calm and ignored the bothersome shadow looming over me, I could tell it was getting on their nerves as they shifted their weight from foot to foot. I would have been delighted if it had been anyone else stopping, but I hated cops, from tennessee and L.A. They were all the same to me.
