Appeal for help

Gathering your courage and throwing caution to the wind, you sprint across the street to the stranger at the car.

He looks up as you thump against his car, startled by your sudden appearance.

"Who the hell are you?" he asks, his voice alarmed.

"Please help me! Please! Some bad men are trying to hurt me! Please help me." He looks at your naked body, obviously making some judgments.

"Meaning your pimp is after you? I don't need that kind of trouble."

"I'm not a hooker, some men took me, important men, they're going to hurt me. Please, you have to help me!"

He looks doubtful then looks back over your shoulder. "Get in the car. Don't just stand there, get in the fucking car!" You hear the lock pop and fumble with the handle, scrambling into the car. As you shut it, you hear the car start and the locks pop shut. Your rescuer pulls the car out into the street and guns the engine, and you see Richards leap out of the way of the car, narrowly avoiding being hit. Your driver accelerates, turning at the next street , then turning again, driving with confidence and concentration.

He drives like that for at least a dozen blocks before pulling into a parking place and killing his lights. Shutting the car off he turns to you.

"Okay honey, suppose you tell me what kind of jackpot I just got myself into."