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Bad news were coming, though. The boy opened the boot, she heard him fumble and then he got back with a sorry face, saying "Your spare is flat, madam. Real awful, that. What would you like to do, now?" She got serious, the smile disappeared instantly. She never cared for maintenance of that old car, and now that was the effect.
"I don’t know.... What can I do, now?" she asked, feeling a little bit lost. The youngster turned towards the small hut in the bottom of the area and said "Well, there’s a telephone there, and I think you’ll find someone to help you.... if you can’t find some help, we can just lock the car and I can give you a hike where you’d like." Claudia, upset by the inconvenience, and surely not wanting to ride with that creep, stood out of the car, walked to the hut thinking that the boy must have had his little jerk’s eyes on her swiggling ass, and got inside the hut. She took the phone in her hands; she didn’t even feel the nightstick hitting her from behind. It simply was, suddenly, all black.