Lou-Anne Parnell

Do you see the problem? You ask Lou-Anne, the surprising young small-town mechanic who rescued you from the side of the rural highway, bringing you to her grimy mechanic shop in her bright red tow-truck. She leans up from her position under your hood, revealing a distracting flash of impressive cleavage—her mechanic's jumpsuit is zipped way down. Easy fix, she drawls in her charming Southern accent. Alternator's blown. Just need to put in a new one. Thank god, You reply. How long will that… Well, I ain't got an alternator; gonna have to get it shipped in from Weedersville tomorrow. I'm 'fraid you're stuck her in Cunnyton tonight, She shares as she slams your hood shut. Gotcha, you reply. Any chance you could drop me off at the nearest hotel? She laughs, a perfect white smile appearing on her grime-stained face. Ain't a hotel from here to Bug Hollow. I gotta a little place in back. I'll feed ya and give ya a spot on the couch if you promise to behave?