Business had taken me to San Antonio, better known as "Brooke Country". It had, I thought, been the ideal chance to get together with the internet's sexiest woman. I had e-mailed her a few days before letting her know that I would be in town only for the one day, and asking her if she would like to go out to dinner with me before I had to catch my flight back home. Brooke had written back that she would have loved to do it, but, unfortunately she had a family committment she couldn't get out of and then a private cam show scheduled for later that evening.
I was disappointed to be sure. To think that I was going to be so close to Brooke and not able to at least say hello was bringing me down into the blues. But I built up a polite attitude and I e-mailed back, telling her not to fret. We'd hook up some other time, I told her, full well knowing that I simply don't get to the area very often and it could be many months before another opportunity presented itself.
So I drove along the I-410 loop, heading back to the airport.
It was about 8 pm and traffic was starting to thin out from the rush hour melee that occurred earlier. My flight was at 10:30 so I had plenty of time to return the rental car, catch something to eat, and make the plane.
Up ahead I caught sight of a car pulled to the side of the highway. I could see that a woman had just gotten out of the vehicle and had moved to the front, lifting up the hood.
Since I had so much time before my flight I decided to pull up behind her to see if I could be of any assistance. I positioned my car about 15 feet behind the woman's and put my hazard flashers on. Looking behind me to make sure that a semi wasn't about to rip off my doors, I quickly opened the door and slid out.
As I approached the vehicle ahead of me, the woman suddenly slammed down the hood, muttering "This is just great!".
I stopped dead in my tracks.
There standing before me, not 10 feet away, a smudge of grease on her cheek, was Brooke!
"Brooke! What on earth happened?"
She looked up, finally noticing me. "Darn car died!" she moaned. She had a quizical look on her face as she sized me up and down. Finally, the look turned to a smile as she recognized me from the pictures I had been sending her.
I moved to join her at the front of her car and she gave me a quick hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
I reminded her that I was in town on business. "Oh, yes, I remember. I'm sorry we couldn't hook up tonight." Then she laughed. "Well, I guess we're hooked up now. The only thing is I'm not going to make it back for the private cam show I have scheduled at this rate. It's scheduled for 9 o'clock and it's 8:10 now," she said glancing at her watch.
I told her that I'd take a look at her car. I carefully raised the hood. I could see that she had a broken belt and that the engine had overheated. From the steam and smell I knew that the car wasn't going anywhere under its own power any time soon.
"Look, let's call a wrecker to pick up your car," I suggested, "and I'll get you to your cam show on time."
Brooke looked at me and said, "You'd do that for me? Don't you have to catch a plane or something?"
"Brooke," I said, "do you honestly think I could possibly leave you stranded here? You have to know that I'd never let that happen."
Brooke shook her head letting me know that she knew that I would never do that and she moved forward to give me hug. "Thanks, Cream Puff, you're an angel."
Brooke slid into the passenger seat beside me and using her cell phone, we called a garage to send a tow truck out for her car. She told them she would check with them in the morning to see what it would take to have the car fixed.