He walked along the dusty road not really expecting any traffic at this hour. He heard a high revving engine behind him, it grew louder and he looked back and saw a cloud of dust approaching rapidly. He turned back to the front and thought he heard the sound of the engine change. Then he definitely heard it miss a few beats, then it caught and revved up again. He stepped off the side of the road and watched the white Fiat Roadster speed by. He was covered by the cloud of dust after he got a glimpse of long blond hair flying in the wind.
"Shit" he thought as he beat the dust off himself and his bag. He picked up his previous pace. The little wheels under the flight case didn't help much. He was really dragging it through the dirt. "Oh, Well." It was better than jail where he would have ended up if he had taken the job they offered. He was only there because he was going to try and buy the aircraft after the flight if it checked out OK. He was sure it was a set-up deal. Not that he would have taken a dope run anyway. They told him it was to pick up the old twin Beech and fly it to Immokalee Airport. One glance into the plane and he knew it was way overgross. Nobody would try to get it off the ground carrying that load unless it was dope. They told him if he didn't want to do it he could walk in to town. He said "Fine."
He could make out a white object as the dust cleared. He saw the little Fiat sitting on the side of the road. The hood was up. A girl was leaning into the engine compartment. He watched as a stray puff of wind flipped up the skirt and showed a lovely ass barely covered by little pink bikini panties. He was going to walk right on by but he heard a female voice say, "Fuck, shit, and God damned." He stopped and watched as the woman leaned further into the engine compartment. It was definitely a lovely view. The little panties did look sexy as they pulled up in the crack of the ass in front of him. He cleared his throat and smiled as she jumped and hit her head on the hood. She held her head and slowly turned around. He looked into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She snarled "Did you get a good look, Buster. Why are you sneaking up on people like that."
"Hey, it's a public road, after you dusted me off I thought I would see what kind of an ass was driving this old car that fast. No pun intended."
He thought he saw a twinkle in the blue eyes. "I am sorry, I was so mad I didn't see anything. I drove out here to pick up my boyfriend and found out he had another girl pick him up."
"You are lucky."
"Why?"
"Anybody who let you get away has to be mentally deficient, absolutely nuts. What seems to be the problem with your car."
"Nothing serious except I don't have a tool to fix it with. The distributor has vibrated loose. It is just flopping around. I didn't hear you drive up."
"I am walking, do you have to tighten a bolt to secure the distributor?"
"Walking? There is nothing on this road for another ten miles. Yeah, I need a ten millimeter wrench."
"I'll tell you what, I'll lend you a tool that I think will do the job, if you will give me a lift to the nearest town or phone so I can get home."
"You have a deal. What do you have?"
"I have my trusty Leatherman Tool in my flight bag. Here, I'll get it out."
"That ought to do it." She grinned up at him as he stood up. He was taller than she by well over a foot, even with her high heels. "If you will go to the other side of the car I will tighten up that bolt and get us on our way. You saw enough last time."
"I don't think I did, I would love to see it all."
"No way Bubba. Would you get behind the wheel and crank the engine over while I try to start it."
He slid behind the wheel and made sure it was out of gear, then cranked on it. It sputtered a few times, then started. He let it idle and watched as she twisted the distributor until the little four banger purred. She smiled and handed him his tool as she closed the hood. He looked at her and smiled. He held up his handkerchief.
"You have a big smudge on that little nose, may I?"
She leaned forward and closed her eyes. He wiped the grease off her nose and felt a shiver go down his spine, she was adorable, tiny, perfectly built, and seemed smart as a whip.
"OK, you look human again. Here, you have some on your hands and you don't want it on that pretty dress."
"Why, thank you kind, Sir."
"Mam, Yur as pretty as a speckled pup, mah name is Buck, Buck Larimore." he said in his best John Wayne imitation.
"I am Miss Lucy, Buck, let's saddle up and get on down the trail. Throw your flight bag in the back seat with mine."
She got behind the wheel and he slipped in the passenger seat. The little car jumped forward as she took off in a cloud of dust. She smiled at him, "Where do you want to go?"
"I know you will think I am being fresh, but I want to go anywhere with you."
"You are a flirt aren't you."
"I try, but I am not very good at it. When a lady is as beautiful as you are, I tend to get tongue tied and drool on myself."
She looked at him and said, "I think you do OK with the girls. I am starved, do you want to get something to eat at the next place while you tell me why you are walking so far?"
"Well, I had a gig to fly that old Beech 18 to Immokalee and I flew my old Grumman amphibian down here and she blew a tire when I landed. Then the Beech is overloaded and I told them I didn't want the job. So now I have to go and get a tire for her.
"That beautiful old war bird is yours?"
