"At least let me blow you."
What? Did I hear that right?
After a few seconds of staring in space to let my brain digest what it heard, I looked down.
Sure enough, she was kneeling in front of me, lowering my zipper.
I thought back, trying to make sense of it all.
A half hour ago, I was driving across the country to visit relatives.
It was a sixteen hour drive, and I was making pretty good time.
Travelling alone, I could usually last as long as the car between breaks.
I was on a fairly long empty stretch of highway, running through an area that was mostly farmland.
It was a warm day. The clouds seemed to be gathering for a late afternoon cloudburst. Not unusual for this time of summer.
Up ahead, I saw a car on the side of the road. It looked like some sort of compact car. The driver was trying to fix a flat tire, but appeared to be having trouble. I pulled over to offer a hand. This was going to be a rush to get fixed before the skies opened up, and there wasn't anyone else around to help.
I slowed down and noticed the car was a Volkswagen Jetta, with a large University logo in the back window. Probably a student's car. Probably held together with duct tape, I thought.
As I got out of my car and walked back towards the Jetta,
"Do you need a hand?" I shouted as I got out of my car and started to walk back towards the car behind me.
"I could use some help getting these nuts loose." replied a voice from behind the stranded vehicle.
I walked between the cars and as I turned around the front end of the Volkswagen I could see someone crouched down, looking at the back rear tire. The head raised and I saw a cute girl with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair looking up at me from her position beside the tire. She seemed about 20, short, a bit curvy and definitely of Scottish extraction. She was wearing jeans and a scoop neck tee shirt. From where I was, the view down the front of her shirt was impressive. It's amazing how a brief, unintentional flash of cleavage can focus one to a task.
"Let's see if I can get these loose." I said as I knelt down beside her.
She passed me the tire iron and I placed it on the first nut. It took a pretty good shove to get it cracked, but I did get it loose. The remaining nuts came off in similar fashion. We unloaded most of her worldly possessions from the back of her car to get at the spare tire at the bottom of the trunk.