The road is dark and her car has rolled to a stop on the gravel shoulder. She switches on her hazard lights and walks around to open the trunk where her roadside emergency kit is stored. Just as she turns the key, a pair of headlights rise over the nearest hill and approach, slowing gradually until she can see into the open passenger window. The driver is a man, but he is looking at her car, not at her. He doesn't seem entirely creepy, and she has no idea what comes after the flares, so she waits nervously for him to park and walk to her trunk. He is more handsome than she had realized at first glance. And he also seems genuinely intent on resolving her automotive dilema. Polite, even.
She feels greatly comforted by his presence and soon they are chatting like old friends while he "guards" her until the arrival of the tow truck he insists on calling. The chill of the night breeze cuts through her skirt and she opens a suitcase in her trunk to dig out a sweater. "Wow, you came prepared!" he teases, gawking at her luggage. She laughs and explains that she's beginning a roadtrip. "All by yourself?" His question makes her laugh, "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." She turns away as if that settles it. But he catches her from behind, pulling her waist toward him with one hand and grabbing a handfull of hair at the base of her neck with the other. She yelps in surprise. When she arches her back to escape, he pulls her further off balance. She grabs hold of the only thing in reach and keeps herself upright by clinging to the edge of her trunk. He presses her forward until she is trapped against the vehicle, thwarting her last bit of leverage.
