Nope

The lady at the front desk finally called Melissa's name and Melissa stood up, finally glad to be getting out of the station. However, the wooden bench had been constructed decades ago and not maintained since, and there was a loose nail that made contact with Melissa's bottoms as she was standing up. It scratched her quite a bit, leaving a big rip in her skirt and panties and even drawing some blood. Drats! Oh well, she had to make sure that no one would look at her backside. Maybe she could say she forgot it was her time of the month.

She took care of the ticket at the front desk and waited outside for Brad. He came, went in and paid her fees and arranged for her car to be towed back to her place, instructing her to wait in his car. She did, amazed of how fancy it was. She was also very self-conscious about leaving blood on her seat. Eventually Brad got in and starting driving to the restaurant.

"So how has your day been?" He started the conversation.

"Good, good," replied Melissa despite the hectic nature of the day.

They made small talk all throughout the drive. Brad noted that she was fully dressed.

"Well, you know, this is how I usually dress," said Melissa.

"You don't need to lie to me, sweetheart," Brad replied.

Melissa was stunned by this response. Half of her demanded on insisting that she wasn't lying, that this WAS how she dressed. The other half was taken aback by his use of "sweetheart." The split forces essentially paralyzed Melissa into saying nothing for the rest of the trip.

They arrived at the restaurant, which was a fast-casual Italian restaurant. They checked in with the receptionist and were shown their table. Melissa was fascinated by their fancy chairs and especially didn't want to put blood on them.

"Excuse me for a second, I need to go and powder my nose," she said, to which Brad conceded.

She ran to the ladies' room and looked in the mirror by the sinks. The bleeding had stopped but there was a significant amount of red at the back of her skirt. She decided to fix the situation herself, taking a few spritzes of soap from the dispenser and dashed into the nearest stall. No way she would be caught bottomless by the sink!

She took her skirt and panties off and rubbed the soap on the red parts by the tear. It seemed to do well on the blood stains and they seemed to be going away fairly easily. Now all she needed was some water. She put the red part of each garment into the toiler bowl, hoping to do this quickly and get back to Brad. Unfortunately for her, this was an automatic-flush toilet. Her scrubbing the garments in the bowl activated its sensors, and before she could react to the ominous sound of water rushing, both garments were sucked from her grasp down the drain, joining the other contents of the restaurant's sewerage system.

Rats! Melissa didn't know what to do without her bottoms and with Brad waiting in the main dining area.