Driving alone late one night on a dark, lonely stretch of Alabama highway near Jasper, I came upon a car by the side of the road with its emergency lights flashing, providing the only light on the road, save for the sky full of stars and the quarter moon. My first thought was that the car might be abandoned. My second thought was that it might be dangerous to stop, but something told me that I should not drive on by.
I pulled over to the shoulder and tentatively stopped behind the car with my bright lights on. The silhouette of a woman’s head became visible. I saw her look into her rear view mirror. I also saw that the left rear tire was flat. Maybe this is an elderly woman who can’t change the tire. Surely she has a cell phone. Everyone has a cell phone. She has probably already called for help. But again, something pulled me, tugging just as surely as anything I have ever felt.
I sensed some danger as I got out of my car and approached the woman’s window, but it was soon dispelled. When I got close enough to see in the glare of my own headlights, I was shocked to see a beautiful young woman of about thirty years. She looked at me, rolled her window down just a couple of inches, and smiled the most beautiful dimpled smile I have ever seen. Her eyes sparkled, seeming to dance with laughter. It seemed so out of character for the situation. She should have been worried or frightened or both, but she certainly didn’t seem to be.
I asked, “Do you need some help?” She said that she did. I offered to change the tire, and told her she would have to unlock the trunk. She reached under her seat and the trunk lid bounced up. I found all of the proper tools and a new spare tire. It appeared that none of it had ever been used. I figured it was a new car or maybe a rental. I changed the tire without incident. She stayed in the car, which didn’t surprise me. Though she acted totally at ease, she must have realized the danger on this long stretch of highway in the late evening.
I finished and replaced the tools and the flat tire in her trunk and closed the lid, signifying the completion of the job. I went back to the window and saw the same smile and beautiful eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled up on her head and her makeup was perfect. I had this sudden curiosity about where she had been or where she was going. I wondered if she was a long way from home maybe, and if that’s why she couldn’t call for help.
Of course, she thanked me profusely and said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any money with me or I would offer to pay you.” Her voice was soft and sweet and the accent was Deep South, like one hears so often in that part of Alabama. I said, “No, no, no. I would never take your money. I’m just glad I happened by and could help you.” She said that she certainly was glad, too. She said, “I don’t know how long I would have had to stay here. I had no idea how to change a flat tire or where the next town was.” I explained to her how she should have the flat fixed as soon as she could and we exchanged goodbyes.
I walked back to my car and paused, waiting for her to drive away. Her car was running and the lights were on, but it didn’t move. I had watched her pull the seat belt around her and snap it in, but I could see her now and she wasn’t moving. I waited. I saw her glance in her side view mirror. I remember the rest of this like a slow motion film. I saw the seat belt come off. Her door opened and she stepped out and walked back toward me. She was the most perfect physical specimen of a woman I had ever seen. She wore a short, black skirt and sandals with a white short-sleeved blouse. Her skin was well-tanned and her legs were perfectly shaped – incredible – gorgeous – sexy.
The smile was still there but only in her eyes. She appeared to have a purpose. She walked with confidence and assurance and stopped only inches from me, looking up into my questioning eyes. I’m sure my eyes were asking, “What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She didn’t say a word. She stood barely on her tiptoes and kissed me, softly and tenderly at first. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my arms instinctively encircled her waist. I felt the skin of her lower back as her blouse rose just above the skirt’s edge.
The kiss lingered and I fell into it. It was the most amazing kiss. I felt so much more than just her lips, more than just physical touch. I felt her soul, her character, her personality, her entire being. I could feel warmth around her, all over her, and it consumed me. I felt as though I was falling. The blood and oxygen left my head for parts of my body where it was more desperately needed. I felt weak and faint, but she held me up with her lips.
I don’t know how long we held the kiss. I know I did not want it to end. It became hungrier and our tongues reached for one another, trading passion and emotion. Her hands pulled my face tightly against hers and my arms pulled her body to mine, trying with all of my strength to weld them into one body. I opened my eyes to find her staring deeply into my soul, but yet, there was still a hint of laughter and playfulness there. She enjoyed giving herself to me.
How did it end? I don’t remember. Without a word, she was suddenly gone and I found myself standing there alone on that highway, not another car in sight, not another human being anywhere to be seen. I stood for a long time, my heart still beating in my chest, pounding its longing for the woman who had disappeared. I knew I would never see her again. I wondered if she had been an angel and, if so, what was her purpose? Why me? I had never experienced a woman like her. There were things about her and about this night that I would never be able to understand nor explain.
Today, I still look for her everywhere I go. Sometimes I think I get glimpses of her. Blonde hair always turns my head now. I search for her shape and for those legs. The thought of that night always brings the same warmth to my heart and smile to my lips, but somehow I know that it was only one night. The night was meant to be. I don’t know why and I don’t think I will ever know. All I know is that my life was changed that night on a highway somewhere near Jasper, Alabama.
I pulled over to the shoulder and tentatively stopped behind the car with my bright lights on. The silhouette of a woman’s head became visible. I saw her look into her rear view mirror. I also saw that the left rear tire was flat. Maybe this is an elderly woman who can’t change the tire. Surely she has a cell phone. Everyone has a cell phone. She has probably already called for help. But again, something pulled me, tugging just as surely as anything I have ever felt.
I sensed some danger as I got out of my car and approached the woman’s window, but it was soon dispelled. When I got close enough to see in the glare of my own headlights, I was shocked to see a beautiful young woman of about thirty years. She looked at me, rolled her window down just a couple of inches, and smiled the most beautiful dimpled smile I have ever seen. Her eyes sparkled, seeming to dance with laughter. It seemed so out of character for the situation. She should have been worried or frightened or both, but she certainly didn’t seem to be.
I asked, “Do you need some help?” She said that she did. I offered to change the tire, and told her she would have to unlock the trunk. She reached under her seat and the trunk lid bounced up. I found all of the proper tools and a new spare tire. It appeared that none of it had ever been used. I figured it was a new car or maybe a rental. I changed the tire without incident. She stayed in the car, which didn’t surprise me. Though she acted totally at ease, she must have realized the danger on this long stretch of highway in the late evening.
I finished and replaced the tools and the flat tire in her trunk and closed the lid, signifying the completion of the job. I went back to the window and saw the same smile and beautiful eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled up on her head and her makeup was perfect. I had this sudden curiosity about where she had been or where she was going. I wondered if she was a long way from home maybe, and if that’s why she couldn’t call for help.
Of course, she thanked me profusely and said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any money with me or I would offer to pay you.” Her voice was soft and sweet and the accent was Deep South, like one hears so often in that part of Alabama. I said, “No, no, no. I would never take your money. I’m just glad I happened by and could help you.” She said that she certainly was glad, too. She said, “I don’t know how long I would have had to stay here. I had no idea how to change a flat tire or where the next town was.” I explained to her how she should have the flat fixed as soon as she could and we exchanged goodbyes.
I walked back to my car and paused, waiting for her to drive away. Her car was running and the lights were on, but it didn’t move. I had watched her pull the seat belt around her and snap it in, but I could see her now and she wasn’t moving. I waited. I saw her glance in her side view mirror. I remember the rest of this like a slow motion film. I saw the seat belt come off. Her door opened and she stepped out and walked back toward me. She was the most perfect physical specimen of a woman I had ever seen. She wore a short, black skirt and sandals with a white short-sleeved blouse. Her skin was well-tanned and her legs were perfectly shaped – incredible – gorgeous – sexy.
The smile was still there but only in her eyes. She appeared to have a purpose. She walked with confidence and assurance and stopped only inches from me, looking up into my questioning eyes. I’m sure my eyes were asking, “What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She didn’t say a word. She stood barely on her tiptoes and kissed me, softly and tenderly at first. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my arms instinctively encircled her waist. I felt the skin of her lower back as her blouse rose just above the skirt’s edge.
The kiss lingered and I fell into it. It was the most amazing kiss. I felt so much more than just her lips, more than just physical touch. I felt her soul, her character, her personality, her entire being. I could feel warmth around her, all over her, and it consumed me. I felt as though I was falling. The blood and oxygen left my head for parts of my body where it was more desperately needed. I felt weak and faint, but she held me up with her lips.
I don’t know how long we held the kiss. I know I did not want it to end. It became hungrier and our tongues reached for one another, trading passion and emotion. Her hands pulled my face tightly against hers and my arms pulled her body to mine, trying with all of my strength to weld them into one body. I opened my eyes to find her staring deeply into my soul, but yet, there was still a hint of laughter and playfulness there. She enjoyed giving herself to me.
How did it end? I don’t remember. Without a word, she was suddenly gone and I found myself standing there alone on that highway, not another car in sight, not another human being anywhere to be seen. I stood for a long time, my heart still beating in my chest, pounding its longing for the woman who had disappeared. I knew I would never see her again. I wondered if she had been an angel and, if so, what was her purpose? Why me? I had never experienced a woman like her. There were things about her and about this night that I would never be able to understand nor explain.
Today, I still look for her everywhere I go. Sometimes I think I get glimpses of her. Blonde hair always turns my head now. I search for her shape and for those legs. The thought of that night always brings the same warmth to my heart and smile to my lips, but somehow I know that it was only one night. The night was meant to be. I don’t know why and I don’t think I will ever know. All I know is that my life was changed that night on a highway somewhere near Jasper, Alabama.
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