No

Looking around the inside of the cab, Lacey searched behind and under the seats, finding nothing but a roll of paper towels. She considered wrapping the length of sheets around herself, but would rather be seen naked than look stupid, although she does use them to dry her skin, leaving only her hair damp.

Then she remembered the low fuel. She could either go to the gas station like she had planned or hope she could make it back to the family farm and fuel up with the diesel tank.

Screw it, she had to chance it with the gas station. Her father would get mad if she used the farm diesel, something about keeping track of fuel consumption and taxes, rather than her being seen naked. He was weird like that.

Lacey put the pickup in gear and proceeded to drive to the Shell station close to home. There weren't many cars on the road at this time of day so the gas station looked to be deserted. She pulled up to the pump with pickup on the side closest to the road, then got her gas card out. Stepping out of the cab, she hurriedly started the pumping process.

Lacey took in her surroundings, being on watch for anyone about to pull in or someone come out of the convenient store. It was while she was facing the pump direction that a patrol car pulled in.

She suddenly got a bad feeling as she saw the officer emerge from the vehicle and spot Lacey's birthday suit.