impish_pixie
In the pink
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The night was hot and the air was muggy with no hint of a breeze as Chastity “Chaz” Sloane sat behind the wheel of her convertible, running her fingers through her long red-gold hair and nervously chewing her lip. She screwed her courage to the sticking place and called her father’s number. She sighed, both relieved and apprehensive when there was no answer. All she could do was leave a message.
“Daddy, I’m stuck out on Batestown Rd. near the old Tooley’s place. Please come and get me. I have a flat tire.” She paused. “I’m really sorry, really. When you get my message, please call me. Love you.”
She used her best “Daddy’s Little Girl” voice because she knew he was going to be mad. He told her not to go to the party in the first place and now that he knew she want and tried to take the dark back roads home instead of the safer better lit highway, he was going to be furious. She only went the back way because she hoped to beat him home. His poker games usually broke up around 3am and her plan was to be home in bed by then. She would have made it if the stupid tire hadn’t blown.
Chaz waited in the car for fifteen minutes but there was no call from her father and no sign of another car. Her blue eyes darted impatiently into the dark, certain she saw something move in the trees near the road. “You’re imagining things,” she told herself, but she blew the horn anyway. “Bears don’t like car horns, right?”
She realized she was just being ridiculous. She kicked off her high-heeled sandals and climbed out of the car. Bare footed, she went to the back of the car and opened the trunk of the car. The little Beemer was a birthday an 18th birthday present from her father only last week. It was a present to make all of her friends jealous and showing it off was the reason she went the party. She knew she looked hot arriving at the party in the coolest car, sliding out of the low seats while her skirt rode up her long legs, tossing her long hair and preening as she and her car were admired. It was great.
Now this shit had to happen.
She knew how to change a tire, at least in theory. She had a spare, a jack, a lug wrench and all the needed emergency equipment, Daddy made sure of that when he gave her the car. She placed the emergency triangles on the shoulder of the road as a warning to any approaching cars, not that any cars would come along this time of night. She took the lug wrench from the trunk and tried to loosen the wheel lugs before jacking up the rear. With all of her strength, she could not budge the lugs. Bending over for better leverage, she could not get them to move. She even tried using her foot but it was hopeless.
She cursed the inventor of the pneumatic wrench and leaned back against the door of the car, feeling anxious, and hoping Daddy would call soon.
“Daddy, I’m stuck out on Batestown Rd. near the old Tooley’s place. Please come and get me. I have a flat tire.” She paused. “I’m really sorry, really. When you get my message, please call me. Love you.”
She used her best “Daddy’s Little Girl” voice because she knew he was going to be mad. He told her not to go to the party in the first place and now that he knew she want and tried to take the dark back roads home instead of the safer better lit highway, he was going to be furious. She only went the back way because she hoped to beat him home. His poker games usually broke up around 3am and her plan was to be home in bed by then. She would have made it if the stupid tire hadn’t blown.
Chaz waited in the car for fifteen minutes but there was no call from her father and no sign of another car. Her blue eyes darted impatiently into the dark, certain she saw something move in the trees near the road. “You’re imagining things,” she told herself, but she blew the horn anyway. “Bears don’t like car horns, right?”
She realized she was just being ridiculous. She kicked off her high-heeled sandals and climbed out of the car. Bare footed, she went to the back of the car and opened the trunk of the car. The little Beemer was a birthday an 18th birthday present from her father only last week. It was a present to make all of her friends jealous and showing it off was the reason she went the party. She knew she looked hot arriving at the party in the coolest car, sliding out of the low seats while her skirt rode up her long legs, tossing her long hair and preening as she and her car were admired. It was great.
Now this shit had to happen.
She knew how to change a tire, at least in theory. She had a spare, a jack, a lug wrench and all the needed emergency equipment, Daddy made sure of that when he gave her the car. She placed the emergency triangles on the shoulder of the road as a warning to any approaching cars, not that any cars would come along this time of night. She took the lug wrench from the trunk and tried to loosen the wheel lugs before jacking up the rear. With all of her strength, she could not budge the lugs. Bending over for better leverage, she could not get them to move. She even tried using her foot but it was hopeless.
She cursed the inventor of the pneumatic wrench and leaned back against the door of the car, feeling anxious, and hoping Daddy would call soon.