"Damn, Shit, Fuck!" I yelled, banging my hands on the steering wheel. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I screamed, shaking my head from side to side, my long hair flailing. My car had just slid off the icy road into a ditch and it was getting dark.
"Now, what?" I muttered to myself, realizing there was no way I could back my car out. I was stuck.
I sat back thinking, knowing my cell phone was dead and I had lost the charger. I was going to get a new phone when I got home. "Who knew I would slide into a fucking ditch," I said to myself, angrily rationalizing my procrastinating tendency.
"I'm going to have to hitchhike and see if I can find a phone," I thought, knowing it was dangerous for a woman to hitchhike but I had no choice. "Oh well, here goes," I said out loud, grabbing my backpack.
I zipped up my down vest, pulled my wool cap down over my ears, flipped my scarf around my neck and opened the door. I had to squeeze out because the door was jammed against the side of the ditch. Once I wiggled my way out, I stood on the icy dirt and looked around. It was getting darker and it was obvious not a lot of people used this road. I realized if I didn't get picked up soon, no one would be able to see me.
"I hope I don't get picked up by some pervert?" I thought, walking up the road a little, glancing back at the front of my car down in the ditch. I stood there feeling the wind through my faded jeans. Fortunately, I was wearing boots that came up near my knees, my jeans tucked in them. I was really in an isolated spot and saw no signs of houses, no lights, nothing but trees on both sides of the road.
"No one's going to come," I muttered, then said, "Come on, Vicki, don't be negative. Think positive thoughts. Someone's going to come—everything's going to be alright."
I paced back and forth for about ten minutes, getting colder and looking in both directions, hoping a car would appear. "What should I do if a car doesn't come? Should I walk and hope I find a house or should I sit in the car and just wait it out? Damn what a mess I'm in. Why did I decide to take the fucking scenic route?" I muttered. "Why do I like the back roads? Why am I so stupid?" I added, letting my negative tendencies rise again.
Suddenly, I thought I heard the sound of a car and got excited. "Maybe I'm in luck," I thought as I looked in the direction of the curve in the road. As the sound got closer, I saw the glow of headlights shining on the trees across from me. When I saw the car, I moved closer to the edge of the road and put out my thumb wishing I could make it longer and more emphatic as I extended my arm, waving it frantically.
"I hope it stops, Please stop. Please stop," I whispered to myself, almost praying.
I saw the car slow down but it did not stop until it was twenty or so feet ahead of me. It backed up as I ran towards the car. The window went down and I poked inside and saw a man with longish grey hair and a shaggy beard but couldn't see much more.
"Looks like you're in a jam, miss," he said.
"Yeah, I slid off the road. I need to find a phone to call a tow truck."
"Hop in," he said. "I live five minutes from here. You can use my phone."
I opened the door and got in, putting my back pack on the floor. The car was warm and the radio was playing classical music.
"Guess you're not used to driving on these icy roads," he said.
"Yeah, I'm not from around here. I was on my way back to Boston after visiting an old friend from college and decided, stupidly, to take a back road."
He nodded and smiled at me. It was dark in the car, but I could see he had a nice smile. The classical music was soft and I relaxed, thinking he did not seem like a mad rapist. I don't usually listen to classical music but it was nice to listen to—kind of soothing. We were both quiet as he drove and I looked out the window.
"Almost there," he said, as we turned down a dirt road. He drove slowly over the bumpy road, steering the car around pot holes. He turned down another narrower dirt road that had trees on both side and had a lot of curves."
"Where in the world are we?" I thought as we drove through the woods and then turned into a small lane. It was dark but I noticed solar panels when we turned and then drove up to a cabin surrounded by trees.
"Wow you really live in the woods, don't you? I said.
"Yes, and off the grid," he said. "This is my Shangri la," he added as we parked.
"Cool," I responded as I looked up at the cabin and saw a light in the window.
I grabbed my backpack and followed him up a path to the front door. When we entered, I felt the warmth of the woodstove and saw the glow of coals.
"How about if I make us some tea and I call George's garage and let him know the story," he said, taking off his wool cap. He then got some logs from the woodbin and threw them in the stove. "He'll get you out."
I looked around the cabin at all the wood. It was just one room but it had a kitchen area and a bathroom. He had a table by the window with his laptop on it. I noticed the plants on the window and a Begonia on the table.
"This is such a nice place," I said as I walked around. "I never saw a wood ceiling," I said, looking up.
"That wood is over two hundred years old," he said, putting water in the tea pot. "I got it from an old barn they took down about fifteen years ago."
I took my down vest off and my wool hat and put it on the clothes pole he had near the door.
"By the way, my name is Peter, what's yours?"
"Vicki," I answered. "Short for Victoria," I added.
"I guessed it was short for Victoria," he laughed, looking at me. I saw him glance at my tits then look away. "You don't look very Victorian," he said, smiling.
I was wearing a tight turtle neck shirt and no bra—hate them and only wear one when I have to. My faded jeans were tight and I knew they looked good on me—especially with the boots. I can tell by the way guys look at me that they like what they see and I could tell Peter liked what he saw. I have to admit, I like being sexy and I like to fuck, but I am particular and don't let any guy get in my pants.
