To the men’s room

Grabbing the key, she turned and ran back out of the store as one of the pilots smiled at her from the pump, grinning somewhat perplexed.

Reaching the men's room, Padme opened the door and hurried inside. Tossing the key into the sink, she slammed the door behind her and it echoed through the small room.

The restroom was dirty.

It had the distinct odor of not being kept for quite some time.

To Padme’s dismay, the latch on the stall door was broken and the toilet looked absolutely unapproachable. Stepping through the cold, dirty water that spotted the tiled floor here and there, she winced as it touched her feet.

Dried sweat stuck to her bare body. She wanted a shower.

But finally, alone for a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She was stark naked and there wasn't anything she seemed to be able to do about it right then. The urinal on one wall opposite a full-length mirror looked cleaner than the toilet. Padme wasn't sure exactly how to use it, but the pressure in her bladder **** her to make a decision.

With her back to it, she squatted and scooted her rear until she was just sitting on the edge of it...then she let loose a hard, fast stream...filling the room with the sound of it as it hit the water.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror, Padme jumped a bit. Her hair, twisted with dried sweat, hung in strings around her face. Her body was dirtier than she'd realized.