The women's room is locked

With tears in her eyes and panic, Krissy practically ran into the locked women's room door of the sleazy bar. Trying the handle several times in desperation, she finally realized she wasn't getting into the restroom.

"It's out of order, lady." A voice yelled from behind the bar across the room.

Krissy nearly jumped out of her own skin at the sudden noise. Then turned to look over her shoulder at the person that had yelled.

The bartender, a large, gruff man in a grimy sleeveless shirt, pointed further down the hall and said, "Use the men's room."

Krissy hesitated and noticed that every eye in the bar was on her. Jim and his friends at the booth still leered, the bartender stared at her like she was an idiot, and a mix of truck drivers, bikers, and town drunks stared with increasing interest at the bust young girl looking fearfully around the room.