Murphy's Law !

As Debbi had feared that it would, Murphy's Law kicked in and the only available pump was one that left her exposed ass facing the passing traffic while she filled up. There was a stream of honking car horns and catcalls as she tried to decide whether to fill the tank or just put enough fuel in to safely get her home. She finally decided that she might as well fill the tank, the damage to her dignity had already been done and another couple of minutes would not make much difference now.

Murphy's Law continued to operate when Debbi went inside to pay. She had to wait in line behind people buying booze, cigarettes and lottery tickets and wanting snacks heated up in the microwave. Why can't they just pay for their bloody gas, she moaned inwardly ? Of course, her unusual attire began to attract attention ! Debbi tried to shut out the remarks.

'What on earth is she wearing ?', 'Not wearing more like', 'Forget something did we luv ?', 'Reckon she's a stripper hired by some stag party', 'She ain't got much to take off !'

Debbi flushed as she neared the front of the queue. She would soon be out of here. But before she could pay, she heard a commotion and loud laughing voices coming from the forecourt and heading this way. Looking over her shoulder, Debbi was aghast to see the gang of girls who had molested her in the supermarket car park. She couldn't face their ridicule again. Once more acting on impulse, Debbi bolted for the rest room !