The sports car door opened and a long pair of legs swung out. The stilettos on the bottom of the legs clamped themselves to the road and a woman about my age I guess,emerged from the car, and waved to me as she put up an umbrella.
Why I waved back I don't know, it's not as though I knew her; maybe she waved to lift my eyes from the lower half of her body and gain her attention.
'Thank you for stopping, she shouted; can you help me my car has just stopped;
'How do you mean stopped? Like, out of petrol or something? I enquired as I walked towards her.
No two ways about it, she was beautiful.
Tall, with jet black shoulder length glossy hair, her bright blue eyes and very kissable full
red lips set in a pretty face; and... a body to die for.
Yes, I could help her; yes sir, no problems at all.