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of the tight skirt and the high heels, and soon found he was making good progress, apart from a slight ache in his calves caused probably by the unaccustomed heels. He felt warmer and happier than he had since he saw his car disappearing round the bend. Stopping occasionally to rest his aching legs he plodded on. After about two miles his spirits soared as he glimpsed a cottage through the trees, it was three or four miles further on and although at this distance he could detect no signs of life, at least it offered shelter from the approaching night and the storm which threatened to break at any moment. Already the wind was increasing in violence. and the air was filled with whirling leaves, dust and odd spots of rain, but with renewed vigour, Jim tucked his head down and struck out again.

Suddenly he was startled by the blast of a motor horn and a large American type sports car slid to a standstill beside him. As he turned he saw the driver was a dark haired attractive young lady, he watched her expression change as she saw his face and sensed her decision to drive on. He shouted pathetically above the wind, "Don't drive on, please don't leave me." She hesitated and Jim realising the incongruity of his dress launched into a shouted explanation. At that moment it started to rain in torrents and motioning him to silence she opened the door and beckoned him into the car.

It surged forwards and she shouted, "Explanations later, the hood is broken and I want to reach shelter before I get soaked".

Jim crouched down in the seat for protection from the rain and through his eyelashes he studied his benefactor. He saw she was very attractive and the raindrops trickling down her perfectly made up face had enhanced her beauty. She had a perfect fig- ure, the tight skirt of her black suit was drawn well up revealing dimpled knees and as his eyes tra- veled downwards, he saw she had trim calves and ankles

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