"Damnit!" exclaimed Kris as she watched the steam roll from the hood of her Mustang. "Stupid radiator! Now is not a good time for this!" she continued as she pulled the car to the side of the semi-deserted road. She did remember seeing a gas station before, but that was at least 10 miles back. "This vacation didn't seem to be starting as well as planned", Kris, thought, getting out to check extent of the problem. Steam poured from the radiator as she raised the hood. "I'm going to kill him! I knew I shouldn't have trusted that son-of-a-bitch with my car! He screwed me over again!" She had entrusted her ex fiancé, Kyle, to service her car before the trip.
This was the same guy with whom she had entrusted her heart, which he then smashed into a thousand pieces. His excuse had been that he wasn't ready for that type of commitment. What he really meant was that he wanted to screw every hot chick he saw. Kris had hoped that once Kyle had gotten the new job as head photographer for ESPN magazine that they could leave behind the countless fuck sessions with the fashion model of the week. Her hopes were quickly expelled when she walked in on Kyle in his studio one night with his head between the legs of yet another model. "Prick! Wait until I get my hands on that jerk! I bet he didn't even take it to the dealer to get it checked."
Kris stood there in the sweltering heat straining her eyes to see a sign of some kind in the distance. She tried her cell phone but she couldn't get a signal long enough to make a connection. There had been no passing cars since she had pulled off the road at least 30 minutes ago. Just as Kris had decided to start walking, she heard the small roar of an engine in the distance. "Thank God! There is life out here!" Through the glare of the sun, she could barely make out the figure on the approaching motorcycle. As the motorcycle grew near, Kris started waving her arms to get the attention of the driver. The driver slowed and pulled over ahead of the overheated sports car. Kris felt a bit more at ease when she noticed the driver of the Harley was definitely a woman. "Boy, am I glad…" she started to say as the woman got off the bike and removed her helmet. It wasn't like she had never seen beautiful women before, but something about this woman made her stop and stare. It was more like a vibe, almost a magical feeling really. The woman seemed to be moving in slow motion as she shook her reddish blonde hair free from the helmet. It fell just past her shoulders in spiraling curls. The fascination was in her eyes. They were like two mesmerizing emerald pools sparkling in the sunlight.
"…you came along." she finally finished after what seemed to be several minutes, but was really only a few seconds. The woman smiled and held out her hand: "Hi, my name's Lisa. Having a little car trouble?" As Kris took Lisa's hand, a slight tingle seemed to travel through her entire body. "I'm Kristine…uh, Kris, nice to meet you. Thanks for stopping. I was about to start walking."
"No problem. There's not a service station for at least another 20 miles. The gas station back there is shut down. My place is only about 5 minutes away. I can take you there and we could call the station and see if they can send a tow truck." Kris would normally never accept a ride from a complete stranger, but she felt as if she knew Lisa and that there was already a connection between them. " That is really nice of you! Are you sure it's no trouble?"
"Not at all. I'd welcome the company. My roommate has been gone all week and it's been kind of boring. You can only watch videos for so long; you know? Here, I have an extra helmet for ya."
"Thank you. That is a really nice bike! I have always wanted to go for a ride on a Harley!" Kris said as she put on the helmet. "Well hop on and hold on tight!" Lisa tucked her hair back inside the black helmet, flipped down the mirrored visor and started the bike. Kris put her hands tentatively on Lisa's shoulders. "You're going to have to hold tighter than that the way I drive!" Lisa yelled taking Kris's hands and wrapping them firmly around her waist. As they took off, Kris instinctively tightened her grip on Lisa's waist. "Nice abs," she thought. "She must work out." On the ride to Lisa's, the vibration of the motorcycle had an interesting affect on Kris. It was almost erotic. She was disappointed that the ride was almost over.
The bike turned and drove up the long driveway. "Wow! What an incredible house!" Kris said as they both dismounted and took off their helmets. "Thanks. I had it built here about a year and a half ago. My parents gave me the land, but I got the house on my own."
"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Kris said still in awe of the huge two-story house. " Well, I did modeling for a while, and a little acting, then I invested a lot of my money and the stocks just took off. So now I only model if I want to. How about you?" she asked, leading Kris into the house. "I'm a writer, mostly for magazines like Rolling Stone or Spin, but I am working on a book."