No Keys, no luck

Jenn could not hold both the top an bottoms of her bikini up with one hand, so she held the bottoms up as the top flopped around. She bent down to check for the key, and found it was gone. "Sam!" she muttered, thinking Sam had forgotten her key recently and had used the spare to get it and not returned it. "Now what?"

Jenn did not want to stay in the front of her house with her bikini following apart and a sun-burnt ass. She looked around and saw the spare trashcan. It was an a fifty gallon plastic one. She grabbed it just as the garbage truck pulled up. To grab the can, she had to let go of her bikini bottoms, and the three garbage men got a full of view of the MILF's back and backside.

"I don't have a MILF!" cried one of the men.

"I can hit a bullseye!" called another.

Jenn had no idea what the men were talking about other than she knew what MILF meant.

She hurried to the gate, turned the trashcan upside down and climbed up on top of it. The gate was six-feet tall and wooden, and she thought if she tried to climb over, she could get scratched up. She would have to somehow pull or push herself up and somehow get over and lower herself. "Fuck, should have thought this through better," she muttered.

Meanwhile the garbagemen were still hooting cat calls.

_Should I ask them for help? _Jenn asked herself.