Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (49) Entrapment (Part 05)
“Oh bugger” she exclaimed when she realised she was trapped
“Now what am I going to do?”
“I know I’ll move the seat” she said to herself and carefully reached down and grabbed the handle, yanking it up as she tried to push the seat but she could apply enough force against it and then it occurred to her that she couldn’t really move the driver’s seat because of her trapped foot, but she was able to recline it a little way without causing herself any injury.
Moving the passenger seat she could have done but that would not have been of any practical use to her and her predicament.
She decided there was only one course of action open to her and that was to call Jordan Donaldson.
Jordan Donaldson had been one of Christine’s client’s for over four years and she had been head over heels for him from the first meeting.
He was one of the “Donaldson Automotive” family, and the Donaldson’s bought, sold, repaired, raced and rallied cars of all makes and models.
He was blonde, rugged and gorgeous and he was only six inches taller than she was, so he didn’t tower over like most men did. And she liked that.
To add insult to injury when she looked at her phone she saw that the missed call was an 0800 number so she had got herself in a pickle for no good reason whatever.
Then she took a deep breath and called Jordan.
“Jordan Donaldson” he said
“Hi Jordon, its Christine”
“Oh hello, is your friend still having trouble?” he asked
“No it’s me this time” she replied sheepishly
“Have you had an accident? Are you ok?” he asked with real concern
“No I’m fine, I’m just stuck in my car” she said quietly
“Did you say you’re stuck in your car?” he asked
“Ok where are you?” he asked
“I’m in a lay-by on the Mornington Road about a mile from Dulcet Green” she explained
“Is that the one that’s set back from the road with trees on both sides?” he asked
“Yes that’s the one” Christine said
“Ok leave it with me and we’ll sort you out” he said and then hung up
“Well that’s scuppered any miniscule chance I may have had of getting him” she said disconsolately
As luck would have it Jordon was also in the Dulcets, The Dulcets being a collection of villages and hamlets such as Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke to name but a few, and it was Dulcet Willow where he was when he took the call, so he jumped in his car and headed straight for her location.
He didn’t normally get that involved with customer’s problems but Christine was a special case because he fancied the pants off her
But she was beautiful, well educated, feisty, funny and wicked smart and he was little more than a glorified grease monkey so he had never made an advance in fear of being shot down in flames.
However now he had a chance to be a knight in shining armour, although he wasn’t sure how exactly because he didn’t understand what she meant by being stuck in her car.