You wave down the approaching car.

You step forward into the street and wave down the approaching car. It slows to a stop next to you, thanks most likely to your tight-fitted skirt and busty chest rather than your delicate hands waving in the air. This thought is reinforced as you peer into the vehicle to see the brutish looking man inside giving you his best grim smile.

"Car trouble?" he asks, rolling down the window.

"Oh my god, I didn't think you would stop!" You cry out.

"How could I not?" he replies, still with that wicked grin, "We're both about to make our days."

"Huh?"

He chuckles at you. "So, you have a flat?"

"Yeah... no spare either. Do you have a phone, mister?"

"uhh...umm...no," he replies flatly. "But," he continues, "I can take you to my house, which is just down the street, and you can use mine..."

"Oh, I don't know, sir." you say, hesitant to be in the vehicle with him. Something about him just doesn't seem right.

"Or, I have another idea."

"Yes?"

"I have a spare tire. I'll put it on your vehicle and you can just pay me back!"

"That sounds good," You tell him, thinking he's talking about money, even though in his mind another devious plan is developing.

You bring a hand up to your soft face and kick your feet against the curb, unaware that his eyes are watching your leggy movements. "Hmmm... lemme think."