Her car won't start

She looks to be in her mid thirties, about 5' 6", small busyed but with a nice figure. She is wearing a skirt suit, hosiery and 2 inch heels. She is probaably on her way to work. "Do you know what is wrong with my car?" she asks annoyingly.

I reply, "I'm not a mechanic but I do know something about cars. Open the hood. With my first thought, I want her to become a helpless belle. "How do you open the hood?"sh asks.

"There is a little lever on the dash. Please pull it." I point to it.

She pulls it and the hood opens. I can see that her battery cable is askew. I fix it and the car starts without any extra input from me. The woman is another story.

"Give me your number and I will call you. Be dressed as I like when I pick you up tonight." I can tell she is married. "Oh OK," she says. She knows she should noy but can't help it.

That night, I approach he front door. She opens it. She is dressed as I like