Vanessa leaned against her car and scowled. Her cell phone had no signal out here and her car had just broken down. At least this is what she figured had happened. She was driving along, singing to a Rihanna song on the radio, and the car stopped. She knew nothing about cars and didn't want to start learning. She leaned against the car and wondered how busy this road really was. She didn't remember seeing a lot of cars, but she really wasn't paying attention.
Vanessa smiled as a truck pulled up. It was an older truck and was caked in mud. She didn't feel nervous about this stranger pulling up. A man in his fifties stepped out.
"Battery dead?"
Vanessa blinked and tried to process what he had said. "Battery?"
"Yes sweetie. The battery of your car, is it dead?"
"I have no idea. Do I look like I know about cars?"
The older man grinned. Vanessa had on a tiny white jean skirt with a black tank top. Her small breasts were pushing against the material and there was no way she was wearing a bra. She had green sandals on and her toenails were painted a light pink.
"No you don't. Did you call for assistance yet?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes. This guy didn't look threatening, but the tone of his voice hinted that he was patronizing to her. She hated when people made assumptions about her.
"My cell phone doesn't work out here. All I know is that I was driving along and the car stopped."
Bruce grinned. This girl was way too cute and way too sexy to be on the road alone. He figured she was from the city, probably driving around while sulking about something her boyfriend had done. He had seen it happen before.
"I live a short drive down the road. I can drive home and call you a tow truck. You can stay here or come home with me."
Vanessa stared at Bruce. She had her hands on her hips and was trying to figure out whether that was a safe thing to do.
