While riding my Ninja 300 on my local roads, I swerved to avoid hitting a small deer, lost control and highsided into a ditch, severely banging my noggin, helmet destroyed. New textile jacket ripped apart. Kevlar jeans ruined. Deer jumped the guardrail into the woods.
Dazed and groggy I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a new Miata pulled up with an attractive young woman who asked, "Are you okay?
As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut yellow sundress with boobs hanging out... I notice those things don't hate me.
"I'm okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look. My leg was locked up and my neck was dislocated too with a throbbing headache.
She said, "Get in and I'll take you home, so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your arm and leg."
"That's nice of you," I answered, "but I don't think my GF will like me doing that!"
"Oh, come now, I'm a nurse," she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."
Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated,
"I'm sure my GF won't like this."
We arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better, but I know my GF is going to be really upset so I'd better go now."
"Don't be silly!" she said with a smile. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Still in the ditch, I guess."