I wanted to depart from my current situations and relate a story that began with the marriage to my first wife. As I mentioned her in my first attempts at writing so I won't go back in to that just yet. Her middle name is Jackie so that's what I will call her here. I do this purely for the fun of a different name.
Anyway, Jackie and I met late one night while I was a Rookie Patrol Officer. She had had a flat tire on a country back road and I received a dispatch that someone was attempting to flag down passersby. I rolled up on her car a bit after midnight and she was standing there with her hands on her hips looking totally dejected.
Thinking she was going to be a helpless damsel in distress, I got out of the Cruiser and asked her if she was having troubles. She smirked and said that she had a blowout and couldn't get the flat off. I chuckled and asked her if she was using the lug wrench thinking, the whole time she wouldn't know what that was.
Again, she smirked and said to me, "smart ass, I do know what a lug wrench is and no I have not tried using it because it is not in the car." I apologized for stereotyping and pulled the 4 way from my trunk and asked her if I could change the tire for her. She looked puzzled at first but, realizing that I was genuinely offering to help her, she smiled and thanked me.
As I squatted down, I could see that she was standing behind me watching. I suggested she move over to where she would be beside me since it was late and her car was not completely off the road. She quickly moved over beside me muttering that she was so tired and wasn't thinking. I smiled at her and since it had started to rain, I offered her my rain coat. She readily accepted it and I suggested that she would be more comfortable inside the car, either hers or mine. She chuckled and asked me if I wanted her to get in to the back of my car.
Not knowing exactly what she was referring to, I said that she would probably be more comfortable in hers. She wrinkled her nose and turned to get in to passenger side of her car. She immediately rolled her ankle on the loose road gravel and fell hard on to her butt in the now growing mud.
I stopped working on the tire change and helped her to her feet but saw that she had twisted her ankle. It wasn't bad but painful none the less. I opened the driver's door so she would sit while I did a cursory examination of her ankle. It was already beginning to swell some so, I had her lie back and prop her foot up on the armrest while I finished the tire change.
It only took me a couple minutes to finish and when I opened the door, I saw her skirt had slid up well past her thighs. Glancing I also saw that she was not wearing any underwear of any kind. Quickly averting my eyes to make contact with hers, she smiled and said, "Sorry about that Officer, I wasn't expecting to be lying back on my car seat flashing a hunk of an Officer tonight." I thanked her for that compliment and said that she was mighty lucky to have been on a semi busy roadway even if it was way out in the boonies.
We talked a few minutes while I rechecked her ankle and seeing that the swelling was advancing, I asked her if I could call her an ambulance or if I could drive her to the hospital. She declined both saying that she would just go on home and get off her feet for the night. I asked her if I could follow her home to make sure she got in OK. To my surprise, she readily agreed to that since it was so late and her house would be dark when she got there.
So, I followed her to her house and watched as she went up the steps and just as she opened the front door, her ankle rolled again and down she went landing again right on her butt. I jumped out of the Cruiser and ran up to help her up. As I picked her up, she was very unsteady on her feet so I lifted her up completely in to my arms and asked her where I could take her. She said, "please take me to bed."
I snapped my head toward hers and even in the semi darkness, I could see that she was blushing beyond red. I chuckled and said, "I understand what you meant and no problems." So, I carried her to her bed and gently laid her down. I asked where I could find the ice so that I could make her an ice pack.
After giving me directions to the kitchen, I left and was gone only a couple minutes. As I walked back in to the bedroom with the ice pack in my hands, there she was almost totally naked below the waist. She let out a muffled scream and grabbed for the bed sheet. I wheeled around and apologized trying to not reveal that I had gotten and instant hard on.