Rick pulled off the highway, and put on his hazards. Getting out of the car, he shouted, “looks like you two ladies could use some help.”
“Yeah, our tire’s flat, could you finish changing it for us?”
“Sure,” Rick smiled and picked up the tire iron from the ground near the spare, “losing a front tire is no joke.”
Sam smiled, and winked, “we could’ve died.”
“Probably not, but you never know,” he said, tightening the lugs.
Making sure that nobody was coming, Catherine took out a large wrench, and brought it down hard on the back of Rick’s head.