I'm on the way to visit my mom, and I'm driving on a somewhat deserted stretch of road. All of a sudden, I feel a big bump, and then a tha-thump, tha-thump noise. I've got a flat tire! I pull over safely, and get out to inspect it. I apparently ran over a rock, and I have no idea how to change the tire.
I look at the sky, which is overcast and gray. It'll be dark in about an hour, and will likely rain. The forest around me that was so pretty -- almost ethereal in the fog, now seems dark and foreboding.
Dammed! Fortunately I have a cell phone with me, & I call AAA. Finally, I get through to an operator who pleasantly tells me that it will be at least an hour before a tow-truck driver can get to me. I explain my situation to her, but she tells me that it can't be any faster. I angrily hang up the phone, and settle in to wait, locking all my doors.
Maybe 15 minutes go by. I've turned on the radio, and I have just begun to relax, when through the fog, I see a yellow tow-truck driving up behind me. He parks in front of my car, and I watch as a big, handsome, black man steps out of the truck. He must be at least 6'2", and he's got the widest shoulders I've ever seen.
He knocks on my window, and smiles pleasantly at me. When I roll my window down, he says, "Hi, my name is Fergus, and it looks like you could use a hand." I explain the situation to him, and he says that he would love to help. He takes off his black leather jacket. Despite the cold, all he has on under it, is a white tank top. The tight shirt accents his rippling chest to perfection. I sit back and watch his bulging shoulder muscles ripple as he quickly and efficiently changes the tire. When he's done, I follow him to the truck to sign the paperwork. His tight jeans mold his butt perfectly.
