Dirtier

Leah climbed out of the mud. Slimy mud coated her. "Fuck! Right after a shower. Figures!" She went up to the door and found it locked. "Fuck me!" She tried the door again and every window she could reach, but they were all locked.

The sun was setting, and the office would be closing soon, and even if it were not, how could she get to it in her condition. She decided to try for the showers and see if she could borrow a towel. Sticking to the side of the trail, she slunk around towards the showers. She heard some hollering and some engines and saw two four wheelers heading her way. Each was driven by a muddy young man in a muddy ball cap. She slipped backwards into the shower, and lost her footing.

The next thing Leah knew, she was tumbling down a hill, rolling over and over and accumulating parts of the forest floor on her body and in her hair. She landed face first in another mud puddle. She got to her hands and knees and spit mud from her mouth. She then stood up wiped the mud from her eyes. "Well, fuck me again!" She was not only coated in more mud, but also leaves, grass, and small sticks.

She climbed the hill and made it back to the trail. The sun was lower in the sky. She sighed, made sure the coast was clear and headed for the showers.