A flat tire

Mike chuckled to himself as she drove away. He had left a nail in front of her car when she drove off. He knew she was the governor elect's wife and he really didn't care for the man. He watched with amusement as Cyndi made a wrong turn away from the freeway and towards the inner city.

Not his problem, he thought to himself as he drove off.

Cyndi knew she was lost. She had drank too much and the cop had only managed to frustrate her. She kept trying to find her way back but she was lost in an area down by the docks.

She made sure her doors were locked. There were guys selling **** on some of the corners.

She gulped when she noticed the women walking the streets. They had to be whores.

"Oh my god," she whispered to herself as she cruised through the neighborhood. She rounded the corner by an old run down gas station when her tire went.

"Shit," Cyndi swore as she felt her car drop to its rim. She rolled into the parking lot and got out.

A group of men near the entrance harrassed her as she made her way inside.

She looked really out of place in this scuzzy part of town. She approached an old black man who was sitting in a glass cage near the front of the station.

"Can I use your phone?" she hastily asked.

"Don't got one." He answered showing rotted teeth.

"Where can I find one?" she tried again.

"Down near the alley," he pointed.

"Great."

Cyndi gripped her purse tight as she walked past the guys again.

They really let her have it with the comments. She wanted to tell them where to go but she was afraid. She worked her way down the broken sidewalk to the phone.

It hung under a dim bulb that was surrounded by nasty looking whores.

"Are you using this?" she asked politely.

"Nah, Bitch, you go ahead." chided one of the whores.

Cyndi opened her purse to pull out a quarter when a car pulled up.

She was only half listening to the conversation when she heard herself become the subject of it.

"What, you want her?" The trampy whore sounded pissed.

"Yeah, how much." The guy sounded like he was in a hurry.

"You got to take both of us baby," she leaned in the window at him.

"Alright, let's go."

The whore grabbed Cyndi by the arm.

"Come on let's go," she started pulling her to the car.

"Wait a minute," Cyndi started.

They thought she was a whore. She admitted she had dressed sexy but it didn't seem possible.

"Come on, get in," she was being hearded into the car.

Cyndi hesitated but quickly changed her mind when someone shouted up the street.

"Here come the cops."

Hookers ran for cover as Cyndi made the best decision possible. She sure didn't want to be caught in this situation. "Governor's wife arrested in prostitute sting" didn't sound like a headline she wanted to read.

The car sped away as Cyndi slumped in the back seat.