What Else Can Go Wrong Today ?

Ninety minutes later, Debbi was relieved to be back in her car alone and finally heading home. She would have preferred to be wearing more clothes than the red satin thong and under sized t-shirt but was geared up to sprint from the car to her front door.

She had thought that she would never get out of Kieron's grandmother's house. As well as his grandmother, Debbi was confronted by an aunt and a neighbor eager to thank the young businesswoman for showing such a keen interest in the development of 'their Kieron'. Nobody seemed put out by her inappropriate attire, the phrase 'we don't stand on ceremony here' being parroted more than once in answer to Debbi's apologies. The post boy himself spent most of the time blushing as it became increasingly clear to Debbi how much he had exaggerated and overstated her involvement with him. She could have done without the photo the grandmother insisted on taking of the pair of them together. At least there was no rear view of the thong, Debbi thought but the photo would still clearly display a long length of leg topped off by what were clearly knickers !

Debbi had to admit that the home made lemon drizzle cake had been delicious. It was only as she was idly contemplating these things that her attention was grabbed by an ominously blinking light on the dashboard and a fuel gauge stuck firmly in the red ! Shit, thought Debbi ! What else can go wrong today ? She pondered her options. The gauge on the Corsa had proven to be temperamental in the past and she recalled once being stuck at the side of the road fiddling about with the emergency can she carried in the boot. She didn't fancy having to do that dressed as she was currently.

The thought of pulling into a service station was equally unappealing but maybe the pumps and the car would shield her from passing traffic and with luck the shop wouldn't be too busy. Seeing a Texaco sign looming up ahead, Debbi pulled impulsively onto the forecourt.