"How can you call yourself a man?"

I groaned as I looked at the tattered tire, "What are we supposed to do now?" Dylan sighed, "We're gonna have to change the tire, there's a spare in the trunk." I breathed a sigh of relief and sat on a nearby rock, "Ok."

He just stood there staring at me, "What?" He looked at the tattered tire then back at me, "Aren't you going to change the tire?" I gasped, "Why can't you change the tire?" He sat on a rock beside me, "I don't know how to change a tire."

I looked at his serious face in shock, "How can you call yourself a man?" He rose a brow, "So because I'm a man I need to know how to change a tire?" I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm starting to question your masculinity." He smirked and reached for his pants buckle, "I'm all man, wanna see?" My face heated up, "This is not the time to be a pervert."

I looked up and down the lonely, narrow road, "Where are we anyway?" He repeated my actions, "It seems were on the road." I facepalmed, "Well obviously we are on the road." He chuckled and leaned against the car, "We're on King's Highway." I groaned and ran my hands along my face, "We're nowhere near the place."

"Why are you smirking?" He chuckled evilly, "I have an idea but you may not like it."

I sighed, "Anything to get us out of this mess."

He came closer to me and tore my top off. I gasped and covered my chest, "You beast! First you destroy my phone and now your tearing my clothes, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He chuckled as he defended against my slaps, "This was a part of the plan, if I told you beforehand you wouldn't agree to it." I turned away from him, "What is this stupid plan anyway?"

He shrugged, "Nothing much, just go on the side of the road and show them the goodies." "What goodies?" He rolled his eyes and pushed me to the side of the road, "You can do this."

I took a deep breath and removed my hands from my chest, exposing my black and purple lacey bra. Dylan licked his lips and his eyes immediately went down south as I faced him. I rolled my eyes, "Eyes up north pervert." He chuckled, "Sorry, reflex."

"Of course. So what's the plan?"

"Stand on the side of the road and try to be as sexy as possible but not too sexy though, I don't want a boner in the middle of the road." I stared at him blankly, "Why are you like this?"

I sighed and turned to the road doing my best and favorite pose.

"What kind of pose is that?"

I looked down on my pose, "What's wrong with it?" He walked up to me, "Are you seriously asking that? You're posing like a 10 year old, that's not sexy." He removed my hand from my hip and put away my peace sign. I pouted as he ruffled my hair, "I said I want sexy not cute."

I pouted once more, "But I can't help but be cute." He smiled and inched insanely close to my face, "Keep pouting like that and I might just kiss you." My face heated up and I pushed him away from me, "Quit messing around." He chuckled as he leaned his muscular frame against the car, "Push your boobs up."

"What?"

"Just listen to me."

I sighed, "Fine." I held my boobs and pushed them up. He shook his head, "You have to be subtle about it. Fold your arms under your boobs and push them up." I did as he said, "Like this?"

He nodded, "Now occasionally run your hands through your hair." I ran my hands through my hair, "Like this?" What the hell am I doing? He smirked, "Yes, now the final ingredient. You have to look desperate."

I rose a brow, "Desperate for what? Sex?" He chuckled, "No no, desperate for someone to pick you up." I looked down, I look more like someone desperate for sex. A car was finally coming up the lonely road, time to put my training to good use.

I did all that Dylan instructed and the red Porsche stopped where we were parked on the side of the road. A green haired man with golden teeth pushed his head out his car window, "Hey sexy, wanna come play with us?"

Joker?

He lit up a cigarette and his eyes landed on me before they returned to Dylan, "Your little red haired friend can come too." I looked amusingly at Dylan. He looked away, "Just keep driving." I giggled as the car sped away, "I think we should switch roles, sexy."

An old green van stopped at our feet. An old man in a straw hat pushed his head out, "You young folks need any help?" I smiled, "Yes please, could you help us change a tire?" The old man's eyes immediately landed on my chest, "Oh of course lil lady." As the guy gathered his tools, I walked over to Dylan, "Give me your shirt."

He looked down on me, "Why? Good job snagging that old dude by the way." I rolled my eyes, "He keeps staring at my boobs and it's creeping me out." He chuckled as he looked down at me, "I don't blame him." He then groped my chest, "These babies are fine."

I slapped his hands away, "Stop perving around and give me your shirt." He chuckled as he took off his shirt, "Fine fine." I grabbed the shirt from him and put it on.

My mouth ran dry as I stared at his defined, perfect pecs and six pack abs. My eyes travelled all the way down to his V-line and my imagination couldn't help but run wild after I looked further south.

My eyes met his smirking face. He knew I was checking him out, that cocky asshole. "You can stare all you like, it's only fair. I stared at your boobs the entire time anyway."

He's so shameless it's embarrassing.

"Where's the spare tire?" The old man asked. I lifted the car trunk, "It's right...in...here." It was empty. I turned to Dylan, "Dylan?" He hummed in response, "Where's the spare tire?" He gave me a puzzled look, "Isn't it in there?"

I shook my head.

He then walked over to the tattered tire, "Fuck."

"What?"

He ran his hand through his hair, "This is the spare tire." I groaned, "Seriously?"

"Where are you folks headed?" I turned to the old man, "To the theme park." He smiled, "You guys are in luck, we are heading there too. Today is my granddaughter, Nancy's birthday so I'm taking her there."

A little fat child with freckles pushed her head through the window and waved. I smiled and wave back. "I can take you with us if you don't mind riding in the back with old Sally." I smiled, "It's no problem, thanks a lot." I nudged Dylan's side. He flinched, "Yea thanks."

We both climbed up in the back of the van. I sat on a soft lump under a blue tarpaulin. I wiggled my butt on it. This is so comfy.

Below me then started to wiggle too, I squealed and jumped onto Dylan. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He looked down at me, "What happened?" I pointed to the tarpaulin, "It just moved."