Not today. She instinctively drew her legs to a close, but knew it was too late. They had seen her and made steadfast plans to fuck with her. Other days she could make sport of them, turn whatever nonsense right back on them. Hell, she even thought the taller of the two was kind of attractive and could even have afforded him a go with the right ration of spirit to mixer. But not today. For today, she had begun to kick and her attitude on life could use some improvement. And sure as the sunrise, they were on her, funniest guys on the planet, probably the pride of whatever dipshit fraternity had released them into the wild. They took turns challenging and daring each other, arguing which would be the first to make an ass of himself. The taller one won and could barely contain himself as he approached her. "Hey, little missy," he said, his Louisiana accent a gumbo of drawl and polished mumble. "You having some car trouble?" Options presented themselves to her, although she'd prefer a proxy handle her decision-making, due to her condition.
