Jim Davis drove down the lonely stretch of highway. It was his daily commute and one he never enjoyed. Not until that late summer day, two weeks before. He allowed his mind to recapture the events of that day.

The traffic had been nonexistent, as it usually was, when out of nowhere, a sporty red convertible with two women inside raced by him.

“Hot car,” Jim muttered as he puttered along in his old run down Buick.

Two miles up, the same red convertible sat at the side of the road. The two women stood leisurely at its side. Thinking they may be having car troubles, Jim pulled over. It didn’t hurt that the two women involved were both young and sexy. Each looked in their early twenties, one with long blonde hair, the other with dark curly locks.

“Is something wrong?” Jim asked, walking up to them.

The blonde was first to answer.

“Nothing that I’m sure you can’t fix.” She giggled slightly at her own remark, leaving Jim somewhat confused.

“You see,” the brunette spoke, “we were just thinking of all the possibilities that a deserted highway offered. And when we saw you, we knew we had to act.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Jim stuttered.

The blonde approached and stood directly in front of him. She leaned in so her breath was hot in his ear.

“Surely you can think of something to do with two ladies stranded on an abandoned road?” Her lips grazed his ear before she pulled back to look at him with shining blue eyes.