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Of all the days to get a blowout, thought Keesha as she reached inside her purse for her cell phone. Maybe Ken, her workout partner and best friend, would be able to help her. Then she could buy a new tire (not to mention a new jack), and be more careful the next time she bought a used vehicle, unless she could afford to purchase a new one.

She then found out she had three problems.

Her cellphone wasn't in her purse.

Fright ran through her brain, rampaging through her thoughts so badly it took several seconds, maybe even a full minute, to remember that her phone was on the home.

Keesha leaned up against the side of her jeep, rubbing her forehead. "This isn't my day today," she said as the traffic zoomed by her. No one even slowed down to see if she needed help. Maybe it was the fact that nowadays helping a stranger could lead to the discovery that the stranger was in reality a fugitive from the Law, or perhaps the old theory of the more technologically advanced society becomes, the more distant individuals grow from one another. Then again, it could be she just simply looked intimidating. Elephants were large creatures, and she was no exception since she stood at six feet, four inches. She was also far from slender thanks to her obsession with bodybuilding. Keesha had larger arms than most men her height, but in this situation she simply could not find any pride in her size.

If I were petite and skinny, I bet I'd have had some guy stop and help me the moment I got the blowout, she thought bitterly, and knowing her luck the savior would've probably tried to hit on her. Not that it would do anyone any good to hit on her. Not by a man, at least.

Okay, enough of the self pity party, attendee of one, she thought as she pushed herself off the jeep, but before she could reach inside to turn on the hazard lights a station wagon pulled onto the shoulder of the freeway behind her vehicle. A female serval poked head out of the driver's side window, her long ears flicking about in the cold air.

"Do you need any help?" the serval asked.

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