It was dark and pouring as Elizabeth drove home from work, winding through the back country roads she was rapidly beginning to despise. Her windshield wipers were keeping time with the static from the radio- nothing seemed to come in perfectly out here in the middle of nowhere. "What a shock that is", she thought to her self. Suddenly she heard a load roaring noise as a motorcycle came out of nowhere and passed her car, flying around the corner. His tires sprayed a wall of water over her car and in that split moment of blindness she missed a turn and smashed into the guardrail.
"Son of a bitch! That mother fucking asshole!" Elizabeth got out of her car, more angry than upset or scared about the car accident. She went out into the torrential rains to inspect the damage. She was trying to see what she could in her headlights when a low voice spoke behind her.
"It doesn't look to bad." At the sound of his voice she screamed and jumped, whipping around to see a young man in a leather jacket and helmet.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you and had no choice but to pass you, I was going too fast." At that Elizabeth's fear dissipated once again into fury.
"You son of a bitch!" she shouted as her hand flew out and slammed into his face. The satisfying crack was quickly dampened as a strong hand grabbed her arm and forced it to her side.
"Don't do that again." He said, still holding her arm with more strength than necessary. "I told you I was sorry and I'll take you to the nearest gas station to get help, but do not think of hitting me again or you will regret it." His low soft voice made the threat all the more convincing as he moved closer, standing over her. All she could see were his dark eyes gleaming through the gap in his helmet, the rest of his face covered by the shiny black plastic.
"I...I'm sorry," she stuttered, momentarily taken about by eyes staring seeming straight through her. "I was just angry, it's a new car, and it's fucking pouring. What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing. Just put this on and come with me." He sat a second helmet on the hood of her car and walked away towards the bike she now saw parked a bit further ahead along the road. She stared at the helmet, trying to decide what to do. She knew her car wasn't drivable; the whole right front wheel was twisted into a tire/guardrail pretzel. It was completely crazy to drive off with a stranger, yet she needed more information from him. A name, perhaps? And please God some insurance? She sighed, picked up the helmet, and followed.
"Have you ridden before?" he asked as she approached, pulling on the helmet and hooking the strap.
"No, but somehow I think I can figure it out." She said caustically as she stood next to the bike, hoping her sarcasm would mask the terror that was slowly building in her thinking of riding with this clearly unsafe driver on wet roads at night. She realized she was breathing harder than necessary when she saw his eyes lower to her chest, her tshirt soaked and clinging to her every inch, the quick nervous breathing giving her away. She suddenly felt self conscious, knowing he could tell not only that she was scared but that she was cold as her nipples hardened in the chilly rain.
