I just had a really disappointing experience with a Good Samaritan who wanted to pay for his good deed with sex. Ugh.
I was driving home from an All Saints Eve Party where we had to dress like Tarts and Vicars like on Bridget Jones. I was dressed in fishnets, a white wig and a red dress. I wasn’t drunk, just kind of chill (if you know what I mean.) The next thing I know I lose the front left tire off of my car and it goes spinning off into the ditch. After getting it together to realize that it was my tire I was seeing spinning beside me on the road and that the sparks I see is the casing of my car scraping the pavement I slam on the brakes. I am in the middle of nowhere with Florida swamp on both sides and my car is also sitting in the middle of the road.
Not to be daunted I immediately got my cell phone out of my purse and proceeded to call for help. Battery dead. I don’t usually cry but all I could was sit there and bawl.
Then through my tears I saw this man rolling my tire up the hill. He was nice looking in his late forties and he had white hair instead of a white horse but he was Prince Charming to me in that minute that is for sure.
The first thing I asked him was whether or not he had a phone and he claimed not to. He did say though that he could give me a lift back to town and that his car was parked just over the hill. He had pulled over to the side when he saw my tire rolling down the hill at his vehicle.
We strolled down the hill to his car and the minute I got in I regretted it. All the guy did was paw me. He put his hand on my knee the minute the key was in the ignition. The whole time I was fighting him off and saying know. He was grabbing for breasts, crotch anything he could get. At one point he did get hold of one of my breasts and I slapped him. He stopped the car and ordered me out.
Believe it or not this Good Samaritan would not help me unless I had sex with him. After walking along the highway myself a few miles he did come back twice, slowly driving the car beside me as if hoping I would change my mind. All he did was really creep me out. However what creped me out even further was watching him pick up a cell phone and talk on it. It turned out he had a cell phone the entire time.
It took me about forty minutes to walk to the nearest gas station where the real good Samaritan, the attendant, helped me call a tow truck.