He knew it was time for him to take charge...

...Always complaining in that whiny voice of hers. He’d taken charge all right. Drive out into the country, that was the plan. There’d be nobody around, and hers wouldn’t last long either, not with all the wild animals.

It was going great until the puncture. Then the other car stopped.

"Help you with that?", asked the young policeman. He jumped out and popped open the boot.

The bag must have burst. Her head stuck out at a funny angle, one bloody eye staring up. The plan was going all wrong.