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I was heading to the house after being out on a work assignment when I passed a small SUV, with its flashers on, on the shoulder of the road, As I passed, I casually glanced in my review mirror to see if there was anyone with the car, thinking I might need to call 911 to assist the stranded motorist.What I saw in my rearview mirror was a pair of daisy-duke short and long slender legs that disappeared into a pair of boots. I quickly whipped around and drove back to see if I might be of any assistance. As I drove by the stranded motorist, I could see the motorist was a young female, peering into the engine compartment of her vehicle. I made another quick U-turn and pulled up behind the small SUV, with its flashers blinking at me. I turned on my own emergency flashers and grabbed my cowboy hat.The girl under the hood of the car, jumped as I asked if everything was OK.“I think its overheated,” she said, looking up at me from under the hood. Steam was pouring from a hose connection near the radiator and I told her that her summation was spot on.“Do you want me to call someone?” I asked.“I’ve already called my husband,” she said. He is supposed to be calling roadside assistance.“Well,” I replied, “it’s pretty warm out here, do you want to wait in my car?”She hand-bushed back a wayward lock of hair and sized me up.“Sure,” she replied.I headed back to my car and she followed me, sliding etlik escort into the passenger seat. Almost immediately, I could smell the all-to-familiar aroma of alcohol.“So where have you been?” I asked, striking up a conversation.“I was down at the 249,” she replied, a local bar known as a hang out for non-working wives and soccer moms.I smiled and told her I had never been in the 249, but that I had heard it was a laid-back place.“Lots of bitches,” she replied.Her name was Tammy. She was twenty-five years old, married and had a kid in first grade.“The 249 can be fun at times, but you have to put up with a lot of bitchy women,” Tammy said. “Everyone fighting over the same old men.”I shook my head up and down like I understood.“So, you’re married,” Tammy noted, looking down at my left hand.“Well,” I replied, “I’m supposed to be.”Tammy stayed silent for a moment. Then she asked,“Can you take me home?”I am pretty sure she was asking me to take her to her own house, but I decided to play my cards and see where it might lead.“Sure,” I replied, “But we’ll have to have you out before my wife gets home around six.”Tammy cocked her head and smiled.“No, silly,” she replied, “Can you take me home, to my house.”I quickly apologized and she quickly shot back,“You’ll have to be out by six before my husband gets home.”I chuckled at her response, as I placed the car keçiören escort in gear. She placed a lone finger over her pursed lips and dialed a number in her cell phone.“I’m getting a ride-share to the house,” she said into the phone after a male voice answered on the other end. This was followed by several “Oks” and an “Uh-huh.”Tammy provided me directions to her house. As we drove along, she shifted several times in her seat, readjusting her cut-offs. She fanned herself with her hand and thanked me for stopping to assist her.“I would have had a heat stroke out there,” she remarked. I did not say much but agreed with whatever she had to say.“I don’t know what went wrong with that stupid car,” she said, “I’ve been after my husband for months to either fix it or replace it.”“So why the hesitation?” I asked.“I dunno,” she replied, “He’s always got a reason, but honestly, I don’t think he cares about it or me.”Hummmmm. An open door.“How long have you two been married?” I asked.“Fucking too long,” she angrily shot back. “I’d divorce his silly ass, but then I’d be stuck with a kid and broken-down car and nowhere to go.”The top snap to her cut-offs popped open as she turned and looked at me. I did my best to look the other way, but it was hard.“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to dump on you. I’ve probably had a bit too much to drink.”I reached across kızılay escort the center divider and patted her bare thigh, just above the knee.“Don’t worry,” I replied, resting my hand on her thigh, “We’ll keep it all between us.”“Turn here,” she directed.I made a quick turn.“Three houses on the right,” she instructed.I pulled up and she quickly jumped out of the car and started up the sidewalk, leaving me speechless, frustrated and alone in my car.Half-way up the sidewalk towards her front door, she glanced back over her shoulder in my direction. She stopped and turned around, placing her hands in her hips, looking back at me.She sauntered down the sidewalk, back in my direction. I rolled down the passenger side window. She leaned in the window, biting down on her lower lip, and asked,“Are you coming in?”“I didn’t know if I should,” I replied.“No good deed goes unrewarded,” she replied. “Come on.”I followed my newfound friend into her stylishly and well-decorated two-story house. She locked the deadbolt and then she looped her arm underneath mine, and silently guided me into an expansive living room.She shoved me on to a leather sofa and stood silently in front of me, looking down at me, her hands on her hips.“My husband,” she said, “won’t be home for several hours.”“Lucky me,” I dutifully replied.“Yes,” she replied, “lucky you.I glanced at the opening of her daisy duke shorts, and then I quickly averted my eyes.She looked down at the opening of her shorts and smiled.“You know,” she said, stepping closer to where I was seated in front of her, on the couch, toe-tapping the instep of my foot with her own foot, to part my legs, “you’re a good looking guy.”
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