Death can be pretty scary sometimes especially when one is facing it.
And that's exactly what had crossed Morgan's mind as she fishtailed on the lonely stretch of highway in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Her back right tire blew out while she was going about seventy-five and jamming out to a mix of Queen and The Beatles after leaving a familial visit that took place somewhere in the boonies. She screamed and slammed on the brakes, realizing that that was a huge mistake as her ancient yellow bug nearly somersaulted into a nearby ditch.
She cursed and prayed all in one breath and became a born again Christian, promising to become celibate if she survived and go to church more. Her glasses slid down her gently sloping nose, almost falling off when she had to slam them back. Tears formed in her light hazel eyes as her car screeched and groaned while she fought to gain control of the wheel, desperately gripping the steering helm. She closed them and whispered to God, wanting to be a better person however, she yelled out the words, "Fuck yeah!" when she realized her car had stopped, upright on the shoulder, about three inches from the nearest ditch. She thanked her lucky stars and immediately forgot her promise to attend Sabbath.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins and she let out the breath she'd been holding after she stopped, popping her eyes open. Her knuckles were white against the dark dashboard, the setting sun illuminating every crevice of her hand. She shivered and cranked her heat up before she decided to check the damage. The sound of her tire popping just minutes before told her what had happened and she knew she would have trouble changing out her tire. Sure, she knew how but with her noodle arms and string bean legs, she'd have one hell of a time. So, she grabbed her phone, noticing she had about two bars of service and tried calling her live-in boyfriend of a year.
No answer. She tried again. No such luck. "Seriously?" He was probably hooked to his computer either watching porn or playing WoW. He usually ignored her for hours on end even when she tempted him with sex he wouldn't budge. Motherfucker.
Her mom was out of town and her father was busy with his work. While she was at his house, he'd been too enthralled in conference calls that she finally got up and just left. She didn't have many friends other than the occasional classmate and coworker. Thankfully, it was a holiday weekend and she had already graduated college just six months prior, so she was off for the next three days. Plus, it was a Friday night so there were bound to be people passing through heading into nearby town. She was about an hour out and figured her best bet would be either to wait for help or attempt the changing herself.
She wasn't a weakling with her thin frame, she just knew it would take her three times as long to twist the nuts off as it would any other person. She was quite athletic, hitting the gym in the mornings before work, though she was healthy skinny with an ass to boot due to squats and breasts that filled out most of her tops. Slightly curvaceous, she still was able to wear crop tops when the weather was warm and not worry about muffin tops. Though she lifted weights, gathering all of her strength in her gray Chucks would require a lot of effort and she was drained from spending all day in the turmoil of annoying family.
Sighing, Morgan opened her car door, leaving her phone in the passenger seat since she knew her boyfriend wouldn't the nasty texts she sent his way nor would anyone else answer her, and popped her trunk. Her spare tire lay under piles of old textbooks, notebooks, and some clothes. She grabbed that before heading back for the jack and the lug wrench.
She left her radio on and cracked her passenger door to listen to some tunes while she tried to loosen to bolts. "Shit," she cursed when her foot slipped on the cold asphalt. Her white shredded jeans offered little protection against the howling wind for her legs while her olive bomber jacket hugged her waist, keeping her core nice and toasty. Under that, she decided to wear a red slouchy sweater that was both conventional and useful in the sense that it was stylish and comfy. Some Blue Suede came on and she was mouthing the words to their song when she tried to get the jack just right so she could lift the car.
Of course, this took her about half an hour as several more songs played when she finally found the lip and got the car up off the ground. Night had fallen and only two cars had passed but none stopped to check on her. Probably because she was hidden mostly behind and no one could see her.
When she could no longer see, Morgan decided to turn on her interior light to at least shed some illumination on the task at hand. Worrying about her battery after somehow wrenching the top nut off, she turned off her car and sat in the dark for a few minutes to save both her energy and her car's. She was sprawled out on the trunk, scrolling through her phone (no one still responded to her by the way) when someone's brights nearly blinded her. She wanted to flip them off when she realized that they were highlighting her car in the pitch black.
Hope rose in her and she grinned when she saw a large Hummer that sat up off of the road by a couple of feet. It rumbled before the driver shut it off, keeping the lights on, and got out. Dark loafers clacked on the blacktop towards her, tucked beneath designer blue jeans with a red silk button up under a nice pea coat jacket. Some sort of luxury watch adorned his right wrist that flared into large hands. Morgan glanced up into his face, shadowed but still discernible and was met with crystal blue eyes, straight nose, strong jaw, and full lips. He was the epitome of sex and could have been Adonis himself albeit slightly older. Maybe early forties but damn. He had blonde hair, slicked back in the usual, "I've got money but approachable," sort of way.
"Car trouble?" He asked, his deep voice resonating throughout the empty space between them, a slight accent biting the end of his words.
Embarrassed at how moronic she looked just lying on her trunk in the middle of nowhere, she hopped up and nodded at him. "Yeah, my tire blew out and I was in the midst of changing it when it became dark and I don't seem to have a flashlight on me."
She had contemplated walking on foot into town but then thought that idea was ludicrous given she was twenty-four and should know how to change a fucking tire. "Is it just you?" He asked and looked over her car, trying to see if she had a guest with her. "If so, I could lend a hand. I was on my way to go see a movie with some friends."
She leapt down and her eyes met his chest. "Oh, don't worry about me! Please, don't let me be the reason you miss out on a good night," she exhaled, the cold air stinging her lungs.
He only laughed, a deep and rich sound, which made her tingle all over. "Well, it's okay. I wasn't into the whole idea anyways. I'd much prefer staying home than be out at nine. Wow, I sound old."
Morgan chuckled at him. "No, it's quite alright. I feel you on that. I don't like going out."
"Really? Someone your age?" He sounded unconvinced.
Her cheeks burned and she pressed her fingers to her glasses pushing them back up her nose. "Yes. It's embarrassing really. My boyfriend and I are opposite though. He likes to go out and get drunk whereas I prefer reading and having a glass of wine."
One slightly dark blonde eyebrow went up. "Ah, and is that where he is now?"
