Lost

"My phone!" cried Pamela.

"It's worse," said Angela sheepishly.

"Why?"

"When I was rolling down the hill...I...I...."

"You what?"

"I peed myself."

"Well, my phone is gone, and that's worse."

"What?"

"It fell into the creek, and I can't see where it is."

Clouds covered the moon, and it grew very dark.

"Peww," we reek," said Pamela, "and this stream is freezing."

"And how did our shirts get ripped off, but not these cheap ass diapers!" said Angela.

"We're at the bottom of this fucking hill, we're only wearing diapers, and we stink of skunk! Fuck our lives!"

The girls tried to climb the hill, but it was slick with wet leaves and damp earth. They gave up, and Pamela's chest started to break out as the poison ivy went to work.

"What do we do?" asked Angela.

"I guess follow the stream and hope we can find a way back to the road. I mean what else can we do?"

The two followed the stream, and the poison ivy was driving Pamela crazy. They lost track of time, and could not find a way to climb out of the ravine they were in.

"We're fucking lost," said Angela. Her wet diaper was very uncomfortable.

"Wait, do you hear that?" asked Pamela.

"Is that a car?" asked Angela.

"I think it is. It sounds like it's driving down a gravel road."