A young male.  Perfect.  Almost.  He was on crutches though, so he might not be able to help.  Still, it was a male to mess with, and she knew some cosmic forces may be at work here.  What were the odds of her flat, on a brand new car with brand new tires, happening right in front of the only house for a mile around with someone actually at home.  Jenna flashed a trademark all-American girl smile.<br/><br/>From his front porch, he was still some distance away, and she'd like to lure him closer.  She began fumbling with her key trying to get into the back of the car.  Responding just barely loud enough for him to hear in the hope of luring him closer.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Yeah, I'm not like, hurt or anything, but I'm afraid I'm kinda stupid when it comes to cars. Do you know how to change a flat tire?"</strong></em><br/><br/>It was surely cool enough to warrant wearing the jacket, but Jenna would be fine for a few minutes in just the sexy top, sans jacket, and besides the cold might have an interesting effect on her nipples.