She had been planning fulfilling her fantasy for months. Waiting for the right man, the right moment and today, a stroke of shear luck was making it possible. Working the morning shift at the hospital allowed her to get off work in the early afternoon. There was Curtis, the town mechanic, walking down the road with an empty water bottle in his hand, his truck on the side of the road not far behind him. He had run out of gas. She laughed, knowing it was an 8 mile walk to the nearest station and 3 miles to the nearest phone.
He's so damn sexy, she thought. Today he wore a white t-shirt and form-fitting wranglers topped with a red ball cap with Tigers across it. Work boots, always, and a thick brown leather belt.
She flew by him and turned off on a quite dirt road to her house. Anticipating what was to come, she nervously reached under her seat and felt the gun, right where she always carried it. Smooth, black steel, the grip fit so perfectly into her well-trained hand. Beside it she felt the ski mask she placed there only weeks before. She pulled them out from under her seat, then fished inside the ski mask and withdrew the handcuffs-bright, shinning, brand new cuffs from the army/navy surplus store-and the toboggan. The ace bandages in her glove compartment would protect his wrists, and the condoms in her purse would protect her. She left her car and hurried to the barn. She slipped off her dress and blouse and put on the overalls and flannel shirt that hung in the first stall. Then put on her boots in favor of her heels.
She pulled back onto the highway in the truck no one knew she owned, bought from an auction out of state and hauled home in the early morning hours in the horse trailer.. She had never driven it before, and would haul it away and sell it tonight.
Pedal to the metal, she raced back toward Curtis. What she saw when she got to him made her heart skip a beat. She pulled off the just in front of him and waited as he ran up to the passenger door to accept a ride.
Cussing to himself, Curtis pulled off the road as his truck sputtered to a stop. He should have known better than to go off fishing when he was supposed to be working. He'd forgotten how far it was to the lake. Why the hell hadn't he gotten gas before he left town? Now he'd have to walk back to Ben's. No one would be by for hours on this road, not until quitting time. Grabbing his water bottle, he jumped out and locked the door. He'd barely gone a hundred yards when he saw the blue car zip past. Damn! He wished he had recognized it. Now, barely 30 mins later, someone else was gonna give him a ride. Today had to be his lucky day, a tourist in Freeport County. He changed his mind when he got to the door of the car and stuck his head in the open window. "Hey! Thanks bud..." "Get in." she said. He obeyed, seeing no escape as he looked down the barrel of the gun at a ski mask.
