It'd been a while since Kyle had made love to a women and he was getting bored. The only chick he liked was the best friend of his ex-girlfriend, who he was still friends with, so that was a no go. He lived in an apartment that his parents had left him when they had gone to live on the coast.
It was a fairly good apartment on the sixth floor of a large apartment block, relatively close to the city. He had three bedrooms, one of which had turned into his gym, and another which had turned into a study for uni. So in essence he had one bedroom. He had a living room with a plasma screen television, a newly renovated kitchen, two balconies and a brilliant view of the river and the city.
His friends had invited him out tonight but he had declined. He'd had a rough night the night before, with far too much alcohol involved and he didn't want the same pressure to hook up with someone tonight. Besides, he needed his sleep cause he was going to see the WWE tomorrow night. Kyle sat down on his couch and turned on the TV to watch 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?'.
After it was over he got up and went to the kitchen. Looking in the cupboard he saw that there was no bread (or more importantly, milo) and there was no milk or coke in the fridge. So when he dressed for his nightly run (singlet, rugby shorts and shoes) he grabbed his wallet on the way out.
Kyle headed off along the main road, only stopping to make sure no cars would take him out when he crossed the road. Rain started falling and cooled him down slightly so he began to run faster along the road. Kyle was 23, lean and muscular, and he knew it. He was always a sportsman, excelling in almost every sport he played (including chess) and because of his healthy lifestyle of exercise and sleep, Kyle had always been fit.
The rain soaked his black curly hair all he ran, and it fell in his eyes no matter how often he brushed it back. His singlet was soaked and you could vaguely see his tanned muscular body behind his singlet. He turned down a back street as he did on his usual run and turned left towards the service station.
As he kept running he looked ahead. At the top of the hill was a black four wheel drive with its emergency lights on. As he got closer he saw that the hood was up and steam bellowed from beneath. He slowed as he approached the car.
'Jesus. What the hell happened here?' he said as he surveyed the damaged. Smoke was flowing from the engine and a slight hissing sound could be heard as rain hit the heated car. Just as he was about to continue his run, a woman stepped of the nearest alleyway.
Kyle watched as she walked towards him wearily. She was beautiful. She had brilliant blonde hair that fell to her chest, an angelic face that no man could resist and a fit, curvy body. She was wearing a tight white shirt, and luckily and black bra, as the rain had soaked her shirt so it was see through. She was wear some pink hot pants with sneakers as well. Kyle knew this woman. He'd seen her thousands of times. But he still couldn't believe it.
The woman approached wearily still. She was obviously was Kyle was some kind of deviant. 'Do you happen to know anything about cars?' She asked cautiously.
'Sorry. Can't say that I do.' Kyle replied. 'But I am jogging to the nearest service station to pick up some groceries, Ms Wilson. If you'd like, I'll ask someone to come back with me to have a look at it.'
Torrie looked at him with increased trust. 'Watch wrestling do you?' She asked, extending her hand. 'Nice to meet you, Torrie Wilson.'
'Kyle Cunningham. Nice to meet you too. I am a bit of a wrestling fan actually. I'm going to see your show tomorrow night.' He said. 'Look, I'll be back in 15 minutes with someone to see what the problem may be. Stay in the car. Not exactly the safest neighbourhood.' Kyle waved and was off along the road again. He ran slightly faster, now that he had a greater purpose, and was at the service station in minutes. He picked up his groceries and headed to the counter.
'Thank you, sir,' the guy behind the counter said to him.
'One more thing, mate. Is there anybody that could come look at a car for me? There's a car about 5 minutes walk from here thats having trouble.' Kyle asked.
'Hold on a moment. I'll check.' The clerk went into the back and shouted, 'Hey Steve! Some guy wants you to check out his car.' He paused. 'No, he said it was two minutes away!' He waited. Finally, he came back out. 'Go out back. Steve'll be there. He drive you two there and have a look.'
Kyle went out back with his groceries to see Steve, a short, fat, balding man standing behind his tow truck. 'Hop in mate.' Kyle directed him to where the four wheeler was stopped. Steam had stopped pouring out of the front but the car still would not start. While Steve leaned into the bonnet and had a look around (while revealing his bum crack to the world) Kyle and Torrie talked.
'So where were you supposed to be staying tonight?' Kyle asked.
'Vince put us up in the Hilton, but if I don't get this car fixed I'll never get there.' She replied, somewhat hopelessly.
'I'd give you a lift but I've gotta get up early tomorrow to go to work. Going to wrestling shows costs money you know...' he replied.
She laughed a little. 'That's okay. You've done more than enough already. Let's just hope this guy can fix this thing.' She said, and slap the back of the jeep. At the moment, there was a loud snapping sound and smoke once again began bellowing out of engine.
'Shit!' Steve yelled as he jumped out of the way, holding his hand, as if in pain. After a little while he stopped holding his hand and looked in the bonnet again. 'I'm not gonna be able to fix this tonight. I'll have to tow it. Sorry folks.'
