Scenario:A1 right?" Claire asked. She needed a tow truck and wanted to use Alan Carlson's company that her husband used. "Yes, that's him." Damien replied. The storms had moved into the city. The roads were flooding and the shit wasn't letting up. The tow truck came splashing up through the puddles. Claire gets a phone call and she saw that it was friend Valerie Nixon. She wanted to talk, but couldn't at the moment. "Engine's shot." Tiny explains, pointing to the smoking hood of his old car. The rain pelts down, making conversation difficult. Alan, with his years of experience, can see it's likely a lost cause. "We'll need to hook 'er up." he says, signaling his crew to start the tow. Damien watch the tow truck's massive crane latch onto the car. The car lurches suddenly before settling into the lift, winching slowly up off the soaked street. "You're in good hands, ma'am." Alan assures Claire. "We'll take it to the shop, see what we can do. But it ain't looking promising." "You're right about that," Tiny said. "But we will get her on back to the shop." Alan climbs into the truck, starting the engine with a deep throaty rumble. With a final wave to Claire, the heavy truck lumbers away, pulling the car behind it, disappearing into the rain-lashed night. The storm intensifies as Damien and Claire stand there, the rain soaking them both to the skin. "Come on," Damien finally says, his teeth already starting to chatter. "We need to get inside and dry off, and figure out what to do next..." They hurry to his car, both shivering and drenched from the storm's fury. The rain pummels the car as Damien switches on the heater to maximum, blasting warm air into the cold, damp interior. Claire huddles close, her wet clothes sticking to her body as she tries to find warmth. "Damn." Damien mutters, watching the raindrops race each other down the windshield. "That storm came out of nowhere." Claire shivers, her teeth occasionally chattering. "I just hope my car is going to be okay." she said softly. "It's an old car, but it has a lot of sentimental value. I got it from my grandmother..." Damien's gaze softens at her words. "Hey, that's understandable. Cars can mean a lot to people. My dad left me his favorite car, and I'd hate if anything happened to it. It's a connection to a memory, right?" He gently places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Plus, that tow guy, Alan, is the best in the business. If anyone can bring that car back to life, it's him." Claire manages a weak smile, touched by his understanding. "Yeah, I hope so." The rain starts to lighten, the loud drumming on the car's roof gradually fading to a soft pitter patter. Damien kissed Claire before catching a cab back to the office. Leaving Claire short again, only just a different way this time. Claire stands there alone, watching the taillights of the taxi disappear into the rain. She sighs, pulling her jacket tighter against the chilly evening air. With no ride to get home and no idea when her car will be ready, she starts to walk towards the nearest bus stop. The rain has lessened, but the night is quiet and damp, the streets desolate save for the occasional passing car. Claire huddles against the chill, mentally trying to calculate how long it will take her to get home. She shivers, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, as if trying to generate some warmth. Her eyes wander the empty streets, considering her options. She glances at a nearby store still open, a café. The warm glow from the window beckons her, but she hesitates, weighing the cost of a hot drink against the long wait for the bus. She's cold, she's drenched, and the thought of a comforting beverage is tempting, but her budget is already stretched thin. Claire pulls her jacket around herself tighter, her mind spinning through her options. She thinks of the long walk home that lies ahead, the cold, wet clothes clinging to her body. The café continues to entice her, a small respite from the chill of the night. With a resigned sigh, she makes up her mind. She'll take the detour, get a hot drink to warm up, and worry about the cost later. It's a small luxury, but one she feels she needs at the moment. "Tiny...can you give me a ride home?" Claire asked. Of course I can ma'am. I wish I'd known you needed a ride sooner. Tiny winks and grins at Claire. "I'll be right here for your every step of the process." Claire smiles back weakly, grateful for the kindness. As Claire steps into the warm interior of Tiny's car, she settles into the worn leather seat, the heater immediately blowing a blast of warm air over her damp skin. She leans back, her muscles relaxing as the warmth seems to seep into her very bones. "Thank you, Tiny," she murmurs, her voice a bit breathless. "I appreciate it. I don't think I could have made the long walk home tonight..." The car rumbles to life, the windshield wipers sweeping away the rain droplets in a rhythmic motion. Tiny drives carefully through the slick streets, the headlights cutting through the heavy mist. The silence in the car is warm and comfortable, a stark contrast to the pounding rain outside. Claire feels the tightness of her damp clothes, her shirt clinging uncomfortably to her skin. She shifts in her seat, trying to find a drier spot. It's a small discomfort, but in the cozy warmth of Tiny's car, she finds herself too comfortable to complain. "Would you like for me to hold you?" Tiny offered. There was nothing tiny about him. Big Herman Munsters looking fellow. He could wrap her up. Definitely help keep her warm. Would it be right to accept such a gesture from a man other than her husband? She thought about it. "Yes, Tiny...I think I'd like that." Claire said. The car hugs a turn, and Claire's body rolls gently with the motion. Tiny seems to have an innate ability to navigate the wet roads, the tires gripping the wet asphalt with ease. Inside, Claire closes her eyes momentarily, feeling the gentle sway of the car lulling her into a sense of calm. Her damp hair tickles the back of her neck, a minor irritation, but one she's too contented to fix at the moment. She takes a glance out of the window, watching the city lights blur through the rain-splattered glass. The streets are nearly deserted, only the occasional car or passing pedestrian breaking the quiet of the night. The city seems hushed, the rain having chased most of its inhabitants indoors. Tiny's car is a refuge, insulated from the cold and wet outside, the inside warm and dry, the hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to the drumming rain. *pants heavily, face flushed and eyes glazed over with lust as she starts to slowly gyrate her hips, working herself onto Tiny's throbbing member inch by excruciating inch. Her slick inner walls squeeze and ripple along his length, adjusting to the intrusion.* Nngh... it's been so long since I've... ohhh god, you're so big, Tiny...*Throws head back in euphoria, blonde tresses cascading down her arched back as Tiny pounds into her relentlessly. Wanton moans spill freely from her parted rosebud lips, echoing obscenely in the confined space. Her voluptuous body undulates sinuously with each forceful impact, generous curves bouncing hypnotically.* Don't stop, Tiny! Ahhnn...*chest heaving with emotion, Claire glares at Tiny through blurred vision, fresh tears spilling over.* Don't turn this around on me, Tiny! Yes, I may have... wanted this, desired you, but I never meant for things to go THIS far without protection! *Hysterically, she laughs, the sound edged with madness.* And NOW you act oblivious?