Married Graduate Student

Keith and Virginia carefully drove towards the location of the vehicle, ten minutes after they had left the cabin both were on point for a rescue, putting their libidos to the side.

"I think that's it right there, baby. Nice car too, not sure why the hell they would be driving American Muscle on a mountain pass during a snowstorm though."

"What is it?" Virginia asked, squinting at the monster of metal as they drove up to it.

"Looks like a Shelby Mustang to me. Very nice condition, just not the right vehicle for this here situation." Keith said as he pulled up to the car on the side of the road. "Get the pack." He told his wife, then got out of the SUV. Keith trudged towards the Ford muscle car. He got up to the window and wiped some accumulated snow off the window and peered in.

Sitting in the drivers seat was a young woman about 23 years of age, with strawberry blond hair. Her seat was reclined back and she had a blanket on. There was no obvious signs of trauma. Her eyes were closed and she had a blanket covering everything but her head. Keith tapped on the window, and the woman's eyes fluttered open. A look of confusion hit her features and then realization as she looked at Keith.

"Who is it? Are they all right?" Virginia asked as she walked up beside Keith.

"College student I think. Pretty. Looks alright. I mean medically for the last..."

Virginia gave her husband a look, which he returned with a wink.

Inside the redhead yawned sexily then pulled on some mittens and then opened the door, "Oh, hell...it's cold out here. That teaches me to try and surprise them." she said as she sank into the snow outside her car. She stood there, Keith guessed her height to be about five four.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I was driving along and then I realized I was only able to see maybe five feet ahead of me, so I pulled on over and called it in. Of course I was also trying to call Jer and Bridge but they seem to be busy, probably taking care of our kids." She said with a calm, but shivering, smile.

"Uh...kids?" Keith asked.

"Now's not the time, dear. You'll have to stay with us, possibly for a couple of days." Virginia told the lady. "What's your name anyway?"

"Courtney. Courtney Lang," the woman responded in a chipper voice.

Keith cocked his head to the side, "Lang? Jer...Jeremy Lang? Tight End on the New York Giants Jeremy Lang?"

"Yeah! He's my husband."

"But...I thought he was married to the New York Giants Spokesperson, Bridgett..."

"Yeah...she's my wife!"

"Okay, before my husband's head explodes with the implications, let's get back to the cabin to wait this out...I think I'm driving too." She finished after a glance at her slack-jawed husband.