Might as well finish.

I debated on running home and telling mom how terrible the first visit was. Looking behind me, I saw the dozen guys on the corner of the gas station behind me, and on the way back home. No way in hell was I walking past them again. I did remind myself to thank my sister for our morning runs later. "Fuck it," I said to myself, and briskly walked away from them and towards the used book show in the distance. A place that sells used books is probably going to be less volatile towards a naked woman than a place that literally sells booze, cigarettes, and gas. It dawned on me that my mothers impression of my intelligence might not be so twisted. Like there was any fucking way a naked girl could work at a gas station safely. At least strip clubs and bars have bouncers. I made another mental note to think about where I go more carefully in the future.

Slowly the last block passed, a few whistles, a few more cat calls, and I was walking up the hill to the parking lot. I suddenly wondered how my makeup and hair had fared from my escape. Jesus H Christ, I was my mothers daughter even if I hated myself for it. Fortunately this time there were no pervs in the lot to signal the alarm of the naked girl. Using the brief lapse in observers, I quickly placed my binder on the ground, and used my phones camera to observe myself. Sweaty? Check. Frazzled hair? Check. Messed up makeup? Fortunately not. The only thing I could do was quickly comb the worst parts of my hair with my fingers, unless I wanted to stay in the sun long enough to dry the sweat from my body. That was something I decidedly did not want.

While I was combing my hair with my hands, the door to the bookshop opened. A young man did a doubletake, while I screamed and immediately covered with my hands. "Sorry," the young gentleman said as he averted his gaze and moved to an older model honda on the other side of the lot. I didn't waste the opportunity to reacquire my folder and cover myself. "Thanks for being a gentleman!" I found myself shouting at the blushing gentleman as he entered his car and started the engine. I heard his engine rev once or twice as I finally reached the door. "Please don't be as bad as last time," I muttered to myself as I swung the doors open.