He was wondering what he was going to do when he heard someone coming through the woods. He wasn't prepared for the girl who appeared. For one thing she looked so much like a mountain girl was supposed to look. Her hair was a rich red color and it hung down her back in a tangled mass. Her eyes were a pretty green and looked at him in an amused way.

She wore shorts and a tiny halter top that did little to conceal her huge breasts. Her stomach was flat and tanned as were her long, shapely legs.

"Hi," she said. "It looks like you've got a problem."

"I sure have," Alan agreed. "And I'm glad to see you. Maybe I could use your phone and call a station."

"There's no phone," she said.

She walked around his car as if she was seeing one for the first time. Alan responded to the way her plump, pretty ass filled her tight shorts. He couldn't remember having felt this way about a woman in a long time.

"Sure was a pretty car," she said.

"Maybe you know of a station I could walk to," he suggested. "Someone who can pull my car out?"

"Daddy's got a truck," she said. "He'd be able too pull you out."

"Good," Alan said. "I could pay him. You see, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"He wouldn't take no money," the girl said. "He's nice about helping folks."

"Could I talk to him?" Alan asked.

"You might when he gets back," the girl said, running her fingers across the side of his car. "He's going to be gone for a week."

"A week?" Alan asked. Alan began to think the girl was slow. But that didn't make him any less responsive to her. In fact, it seemed to make her more attractive. She was healthy in a savage kind of way. Alan thought that lovemaking for her could be on an animal level.

"Is there anyplace I can get help right now?" Alan asked.