I am the absolute worst navigator in the world when it comes to getting from point A to point B; give me a road map and I'm bound to royally screw it up. So what does a young twenty-five year old girl do when she is lost? Call for help? Well; cell phone is dead and have not seen a 'public' phone in so long ... do those really exist any more I wonder.
I spot a little greasy spoon diner and pull in hoping that some kind soul can give me directions to where I need to go. Not too many cars there when I pull in, but I need something to eat anyway. I make my way inside and sit in one of the booths with my roadmap and notebook; trying to decipher my own hand writing notes for directions.
A waitress finally sees she has a new customer and comes to take my order and brings me a coffee and water. She turns around when the front door is banged open; oh great; just what I needed ... a couple of young drunks stagger in and, thankfully, sit at table in another section. In the meantime I'm concentrating on the map trying to figure where I am when I hear the door open and close again a couple more times.
"Honey; you'll have to move that in order for me to set your dinner down," says the waitress.
I hurriedly move my map out of the way and try to ask her for directions, but she scrambles off into the back again. I push the hamburger and fries away and try to figure out the map again where I'm at when a shadow crosses the light. I look up into the intoxicated face of one of the young kids. "Hey baby, I'll give you directions," he leers while his hand rubs down the front of his crotch.
"No thank you," I reply while still study my map.
He forcibly shoves himself into my booth on top of me and grabs my breast. "Hey, Get off me!!" I scream. No one seems to be moving to help me when, out of nowhere, he is being pulled off of me by a cop.
"Jimmy, go home and sleep it off. Take Chester with you," says the cop.
"Yes Uncle Pete," says the now timid drunk.
I look up into the cop's piercing eyes and can't seem to tear my eyes away. His rugged features, hard muscled body and gentle voice pull me into his power. When he smiles at me knowingly, I feel warmth growing between my legs.
He sits down opposite me, "I'm sorry about that Miss. He sometimes gets a little too much to drink. You know how it is?"
"Ah, yes. Nothing damaged; hope he gets home alright," I say still not being able to pull myself away from his face.
"Officer," I start.
"Call me Pete, I'm off duty at the present," he replies.
I blush a bit, "Pete; I'm Lena. I'm totally lost and don't have a clue where I'm at. I was wondering if you might direct me to a place to stay for the night and how I can locate this interstate," and I show him my map."
He extends his hand and I give him my well crumpled map; then he smiles. "My you are lost; you overdrove your destination by a hundred miles." I groan totally embarrassed.
"Tell you what I'll do; I'll write step by step directions for you and you should be able to get back on the road tomorrow morning."
"Is there a place I can spend the night around here?" I asked again.
"Nope; this place is too small for any kind of motel I'm afraid, but, tell you what, if you'll trust me, I have a spare bed you can bunk down in and then I'll get you to the interstate in the morning."
What's a girl to do? "Thank you; that would be fine," I smile.