Breakdown by Illegal Eagle (f/m, qs, mast) With AC/DC's "Who Made Who" drowning out the sound of her Mustang's motor, Dominique failed to notice the new knocking sound coming from her engine. Dominique was on her way down to St. Louis to visit with her brother Michael in the hospital. She had been on the road for over seven hours now coming from Bloomington, Illinois where she lived with her foster parents. Lucky for her she was now almost 19 so she was getting ready to move out. She and brother were put up for adoption by their real parents because they lost all their money to the bank. Her brother was only three years old and she was only a year old at the time. They spent their whole lives together moving from foster home to foster home. When Michael turned 18 he took a job as a heavy equipment operator for a construction company. The job he was on in St. Louis was a construction site for a new mall being built. He had to drive a dump truck back and forth from the site to the quarry where the sand was being dumped. While driving through a bad rainstorm to the quarry with a load of sand, the dump truck blew its right front tire. Instinctively, Michael hit the brakes only to find out he had lost all air pressure. Michael turned the wheel of the truck to get it into the break down lane, but with all the weight in the trailer and the blown tire, the truck jack-knifed and the trailer pushed the rig over. It rolled three times and came to rest on top of an abandoned Camaro. The trailer flipped over onto its side in the middle of the highway spilling out all the sand. This caused every car and every truck behind him to slam on their brakes. Some were lucky and managed to get around the mess. Others found themselves crashing into it and into each other. In total, 28 vehicles piled up in this accident. There were five fatalities and fourteen people, including Michael, were rushed to the hospital by ambulance. Michael sustained minor injuries from the glass shattering and a broken leg after the dashboard landed on top of it. He was in stable condition when Dominique was informed of what happened. After speaking to him on the phone, even though he told her not to bother coming down to see him, Dominique still insisted. Instead of taking the highway, she decided to take the back roads that ran along the Mississippi River. As a kid, she always liked traveling down back roads and enjoying the scenery. In her mind she thought the highway was boring. She had just passed a sign telling her she had entered Kansas when she heard the knocking in her engine. She looked down at her gauge readings and watched as the needle for the engine temp was climbing up to the H. "Damn it! What now?" she said. Not knowing exactly what to do, she pulled the car to the side of the road and shut it off. Steam came pouring out from under the hood. Dominique pull the hood latch under the dash and the hood popped up a little. Dominique got out and went to the front of the car. She grabbed the lever for the safety release on the hood and pulled. She opened up the hood and a burst of hot steam hit her face. It was so hot Dominique grabbed her face closed her eyes tight and backed up from the car. After the pain from the heat was gone, Dominique opened up her eyes to see every thing blurry from her tear ducts going crazy. She wiped her eyes clean and looked back at the engine. Steam was still coming out of the car but much of it had dissipated. She walked back up to the car and looked at the radiator. On the side of the radiator was a hose that the steam was coming from. A split in the middle of the hose made most of the water and coolant to leak out and pour on the hot engine. It was clear to Dominique that she couldn't fix the hose herself. She had to get her car to a garage for a new radiator hose. On the opposite side of the road, a little ranch house with a barn in back was the only place around. Dominique walked across the road to the house. 'Maybe they can call a tow truck for me,' she thought to herself as she walked up to the porch. She knocked on the door and a beagle ran up to the door on the inside howling at her. She waited for a couple of minutes with the beagle still howling, but no one came to the door. So, she walked over to the barn in back. The doors were shut, but she could hear horses neighing inside. She knocked on the big barn door and the horses went silent. Again, no one came. "Oh, this is just great," she said to herself as she walked back to her car, "I'm stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with a busted car." Dominique sat down in the front seat and turned the key to the ON position. The engine was a little cooler now but she knew she wouldn't get far without water in the radiator and even if she put water in it would still leak out. 'Wait a minute!' Dominique had an idea. She grabbed her keys and went to the trunk of the car. She inserted the key for the trunk in the lock and turned. The trunk popped open revealing her suitcase and a small empty gas can, Dominique opened her suitcase and began to dig through it. She pulled out a leather belt and a Nirvana T-shirt and closed the suitcase. She grabbed the belt, shirt and gas can and closed the trunk. Walking to the front of the car, Dominique could hear the sound of a motor coming from the river. She looked over to see a young man cruising around on a jet ski. "Hmm. Show off," she said and went back to the engine. She took the T-shirt and wrapped it around the split on the hose. Once she was sure it was covered, she took the belt and looped it through the buckle until the belt was all the way through. She kept looping the belt through its buckle until there was no more room to push the belt through the buckle. There was about only four more inches of belt left and the way it was hanging wasn't going to interfere with anything else in the engine. The seal she made was tight and seemed like it might hold. Satisfied with the patch she made, Dominique removed her radiator cap and put it on the bumper. She reached down, picked up the empty gas can and walked down through the grass on side of the road to the river. A large tan sand bar, which usually was covered in the winter by the water level, stretched up and down the sides of the river. Dominique stopped for a minute to admire the way it looked. 'It's so pretty,' she thought. It was a very nice day and the area was really nice. All the trees, the sun shining, not a cloud in the sky, it was almost perfect, but the noise of the kid's jet ski ruined the site. Then, all was silent again. Dominique continued to walk down on the sand towards the river's edge with the gas can. The ground was a little soft and the mud was clinging onto the bottom of her new Nikes. She was almost to the edge of the river when her left sneaker sunk in the mud up to her sock-covered ankle. Jumping back as if a snake bit her, her foot slipped out of her sneaker and she landed on her butt right in the mud. Her black jean shorts were now brown on the back and black in the front. As for her sneaker, the mud filled up the hole where her foot went and buried it. "Damn it!" she shouted. She stood back up and looked at where her shoe was. There was no trace left of it. Wondering what happened to it, Dominique shrugged and kicked off her other sneaker. "No sense keeping it now. I only have one." She picked up the mud covered gas can she dropped and walked to her left to try and stay out of the mud that took her sneaker. Now she walked towards the river again. Her right foot sank up to her ankle but she didn't care. Her next step with her left foot sent her up to her mid calf in the mud. "A little mud ain't stopping me from seeing my brother." With that said, Dominique continued her sluggish walk through the mud. She was about ten feet from the river's edge when she her left leg went down past her knee. Lifting her right leg sent it up to her mid thigh. Off balance now, her right leg came down making a loud plop. She tried to lift her left leg again only to drive her right leg down to her crotch. She kept moving back and forth from one leg to the other until she found herself up to her hips in the soft mud. Dominique dropped the gas can in the mud next to her and kept trying to work her way out of the mud. The only thing that was bothering her was that she couldn't feel the bottom. Dominique stopped moving and saw that even though she was still, the mud was still rising over her stomach. She wasn't stuck, she was sinking. Panicking now, she screamed for help. "Help! Help me please!" she cried. "I'm sinking!" In the distance she could hear the kid racing around on his jet ski again. But she couldn't see him anywhere. But he did hear the cries for help and went looking for the source. He was on the other side of the river, about to dock his jet ski at his house when he heard Dominique's screams. As fast as he could, he jumped back on the jet ski and headed up stream to where he heard the screams. Travelling at 65 mph, he came across Dominique now up to her breasts in quicksand. He slowed the jet ski down and grabbed the rope tied to the front. "Help me." Dominique said weakly. "Stay calm!" he said. "Grab the rope when I throw it, ok?" Dominique nodded her head to show that she understood. The kid threw the rope to her but it was out of her reach. The kid pulled the rope in and threw it again. Just as the quicksand claimed her breasts, Dominique managed to grab the rope. "Hold it tight," he said. He reached down on the side of the jet ski and grabbed a black switch, turned it to the down position and the jet ski started to back away from the bank slowly. The he hit the thumb throttle a little to give it some power. Dominique felt herself lifting out of the mud when the rope went tight. Her breasts emerged from the quicksand as she was being dragged across the bank. The kid gave the jet ski some more gas and Dominique's stomach reappeared from the quicksand. Dominique leaned forward so her legs would slide out easier. The kid anticipated that move and gave the jet ski full throttle. Dominique slipped out of the quicksand and splashed into the water. Dominique came to the surface of the water gasping for air. The kid flipped the switch into forward and slowly moved along side Dominique. "Give me your hand," he said. Dominique gave the kid her hand and helped her up onto the jet ski. That's when Dominique noticed the quicksand had swallowed up her shorts, underwear and socks. "Alright. Hold on to me." The jet ski roared forward and Dominique wrapped her arms around the kid's waist. He turned the jet ski down stream and went back to his house. When they got to the dock, Dominique jumped off the jet ski and grabbed the rope and tied it up. When the kid got off the jet ski, Dominique grabbed him and hugged him so tight he felt his back crack. The kid returned the hug and Dominique planted her lips on his. The kid could feel her nipples were hard as rocks under her soaked T-shirt and a bulge began to grow in his shorts. Dominique was well aware of what was going on down there and began tugging his shorts down. The kid took off his life vest and Dominique finished pulling his shorts off. She grabbed hold of his penis and leaned her pelvis in and stuck it in her vagina. Both of them weak in the knees over what they were doing, the kid laid down on his back and Dominique climbed on top of him. They went at it for an hour and a half. Dominique moaned in ecstasy while the kid grabbed hold of her butt and began bouncing Dominique up and down on top of him. "Oh - God - I'm coming!" Dominique screamed in pleasure, and the kid let out a loud moan as the both had their orgasms. Both totally limp now, they laid there kissing and caressing each other. "My name's Dominique," she said. "I'm Dan." After about twenty more minutes, they got up off the dock and went into Dan's house. Dominique explained everything about what she was doing there to him. After a shower together, Dan gave Dominique some dry clothes to wear, a gallon of water and gave her a ride in his truck back to her Mustang. Dominique thanked Dan again with a long and passionate kiss before she was ready to go. Dominique knew she would be coming back through here after her visit with her her visit with her brother. She'd /have/ to return the clothes.