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DISCLAIMER
This story contains scenes of an adult and sexually graphic nature. If you're
too young to smoke
or you're offended by stories involving sex then stop right now. This story is
not intended for you.

This story is real, though I've changed the names of people and places. The
events depicted
here happened not too long ago, but many things have changed since then. This
story is more
confession than anything else. I wanted to write everything I could remember so
that I could
begin to understand the changes that occured in me. This is the beginning then,
and it wouldn't
have happened unless I wanted it to.

Any comments are appreciated. Send them to:
Xuxan40@aol.com

I, SLUT: Part 1 of 5 Parts

by Sueann

	It started with a popping sound like a string of firecrackers from under the
hood of my
Ford Mustang, followed by a sick coughing and chugging. I geared down and
headed for the
breakdown lane on the freeway. "Shit..." I thought, "...why me....why for
christsakes now..." I felt a
rush of anxiety. I couldn't afford even a minor car repair now. When I came to
a stop alongside
the rush hour traffic I got out and opened the hood. I smelt oil and burnt
plastic and the engine
steamed like a locomotive. I knew it wasn't good. I gazed at the stream of
traffic moving past in
fits and starts - but moving nonetheless - and cursed the fates and automotive
gods that brought
me to this place. I got back in the Ford and called Triple A on my cell phone.
The lady on the
other end took all the information and distractedly told me "Someone will be
there in 30 minutes
honey..."and hung up. "And I'm the next Miss America..." I thought. The next
call I made was the
one I dreaded: the one to my husband. After a couple of rings the machine
picked up and I
breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi Tom...listen...the Ford broke down on I-5 near
Des Moines. Triple A
is on the way...I'll be late I guess...so forage for dinner...I'll call when I
know something...bye..." I
lit a cigarette and waited. The radio still worked.

	Only ten minutes had gone by when a tow truck pulled over in front of me.
While waiting
I had briefly fantasized about a tall well muscled hunk coming to my rescue,
but instead the
driver was an older man in coveralls that at one time may have been gray. He
walked over and
leaned in the window. "What seems to be the trouble?" he asked. "I don't
know..." I began, "it just
want 'pop-pop' and started smoking and I lost power and here I am..." He
squinted up his eyes
and said "Pop the hood latch and I'll take a look." He opened the hood as I got
out of the car and
went and stood beside him. He made murmuring sounds as he bent over the engine,
and I
couldn't help but notice the outline of a fairly nice butt though the worn
fabric of his coveralls.
"When's the last time you put water in the radiator?" he asked. Water?
Radiator? "I don't know..."
I answered. "Thought so." he said with a smile. "You sure got here fast." I
said. He looked
puzzled. "Triple A said it you'd be here in 30 minutes. It must be my lucky
day." I said.
"Well...they'll be more than 30 minutes. I heard on the CB there's a maggot
mangle 10 miles
down the road. I'm not with Triple A, lady. I was on my way home when I saw you
sitting here. I
figure it'll be a couple hours before they even remember you're here." Great.
"Can you help me?"
I asked, trying to not sound too needful. "Well, you've got a blown hose and
your radiator may be
cracked. That's simple enough to fix. I can tow you to my place and you can
decide what you
want to do." "Good enough" I said.


	It took him only a few minutes to back up and hook up my car. I climbed into
the front
seat which was surprisingly clean. It smelled of sweat and tobacco and
gasoline, eau de
mechanic if there ever was one. He got in and eased into the traffic. "I'm
about 20 minutes away
from here. Name's Jim. Jim Boone. My friends call me Boonie." he said, holding
out a big paw
toward me. I took his hand and shook. "I'm Suzi - short for Sueann. You're a
lifesaver Boonie. I'm
sure glad you came along." His large hand was surprisingly light in mine.
"Well...don't be going
on like that. I'm no Good Samaritan...this is gonna run you about two hundred
bucks." I tried to
keep my poker face on, but I saw him raise an eyebrow. "That's standard for a
tow. It gonna be a
problem?" "No...I don't think so..." "Good, because if it is I'll stop right
now and park you and your
Ford back on the shoulder." There was an edge to his tone that caused a thrill
of fear to pass
through me. I saw him scowling, then smiling. He pulled a pack of cigarettes
from his pocket and
offered me one. When I took one he said "Don't worry there Suzi, I know you're
good for it. I just
meet a lot of deadbeats in this business. A guy's got to make a living."

	I studied my rescuer as he drove. The summer day still had that afternoon heat
to it, so
we rode with windows down. He wore his coveralls unzipped over his chest and I
could see the
pale white of his skin that contrasted to the dark tan of his face and neck
that comes from
working outside. I guessed he was in his early to mid fifties, he probably
smoked and drank too
much but he had a rebar lean body from a lifetime of physical work, not
sculpted on weight
machines at the gym. His hands were large and tough, and I given the fullness
in his crotch they
weren't the only oversized parts of his body.

	The cigarette he gave me was harsh and I coughed when I inhaled. He glanced
over at
me then and  I saw his eyes wander down to my legs. My legs are one of my finer
features I think
and for the first time since the breakdown I felt some confidence. He looked up
at me and our
eyes met and a he gave me a flirty smile that wasn't quite a leer, but let me
know that he liked
what he was looking at.I was dressed in a pleated gray linen skirt that ends
about six inches
above my knees, a cotton V-neck blouse with no bra, and a black jacket, black
pantihose and
heels. I'm a temp, so I like to dress conservative but not to. It gets you
noticed. I'm a brunette
with shoulder length hair, no supermodel but with a well kept 36 year old body.
Most of the men I
meet are so self-conscious about sexual harassment that you could walk naked in
front of them
and they'd not bat an eye. I found it refreshing to meet someone who could
still let you know with
a wink and a smile that he'd give you a tumble if he had the chance.

	He took an offramp and before I knew it we were driving down a wooded road.
There
were occasional small developments of homes, but mostly single homes on county
lots. We
turned off the road that said "J-B's AutoBody". He pulled up to a large double
bayed garage and
backed up neat as you please. "Here we are." he said. He used a remote to open
the bay door,
and lights flickered on. He eased the Ford into the garage. He got out. I
opened my door and he
was standing there and held a hand out to help me down. "Easy there Suzi...you
can break an
ankle with those heels." As I turned on the front bench seat of the truck my
knees drew apart
giving my rescuer a fleeting glance between my legs. I saw that he didn't miss
it. I stepped down,
my skirt riding up my thighs.

;-)~<xuxan40@aol.com>


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