Runs out of gas!

 Cyndi panicked!  She could not understand what had happened, and why she had such an erotic dream!  She quickly drove out of the rest stop and headed back to the freeway.  During the drive, she could not get rid of the images or the feelings from her dream.  Cyndi was so engrossed in analyzing her dream, that she missed a turnoff, and was several miles out of her way.  When she got off the freeway, to turn around, she found herself lost on some back streets of a bad section of the city.

   Cyndi continued to weave through the city streets, trying to find her way back to the freeway to no avail.  She spotted what looked like **** dealers on several corners, hookers on other corners, thugs further down, and gangs hanging out looking for trouble.  She was determined not to ask anyone of them for directions, afraid for her life.

   Cyndi pulled up to an intersection and waited for the light to turn green.  She spotted a group of about seven teens hanging out under the streetlight by the corner.  There were a couple of Hispanic youths, three black teens, and two white guys that she could see.  She wasn't sure if there were more or not.  They seemed to be drinking beer when they spotted her spying on them.

   One of them shouted out!  "Hey honey!  What's up?  Looking for some fun?  I got it right here!"  Cyndi tried not to look, but couldn't avoid seeing one of the boys grabbing his crotch.  The others jeered, and cheered their companion.

   The light turned green, and Cyndi pressed on the gas.  The car sputtered forward and suddenly died!  The car had stalled!  Cyndi tried restarting the engine, but had no luck.  After several tries, she finally realized she was out of gas!  She looked around, and the car behind her had passed and left her by herself ... and the teens!

   The group on the corner watched in amusement as Cyndi frantically continued trying to start the car, in order to get out of there.  Cyndi was so engrossed in starting the vehicle, that the rapping on the window startled her.  When she looked up, she saw one of the guys standing at her window peering in with a questioning look.  Cyndi lowered her window just enough to hear what he was saying.

   "Everything OK?"  The young boy asked with genuine sincerity.  Cyndi was struck by his apparent well-behaved manners.  "You need help?"

   "Uh, seems I ran out of gas."  Cyndi could feel her face flush with embarrassment as she admitted her own stupidity.  She returned her gaze to the fuel gauge to make sure that was the problem.

   "There's a station up around the corner.  You want a push?"  The youth waited for Cyndi to decide.

   Faced with her options, Cyndi realized she didn't have much choice and readily agreed to the help.  She put the car in neutral as instructed and waited for the car to start moving.

   The boy whistled in the direction of the gang and waved his hand.  In a split second the car was engulfed by the teens who began pushing.  They pushed Cyndi through the intersection and down the block, when someone yelled for Cyndi to turn right.  She turned the wheel and suddenly realized they were pushing the car down a narrow, dark, alley.  She began to worry about where these guys were taking her.  She began to break out in a nervous sweat and could feel her body tense.  Cyndi couldn't see that far in front of her and wondered if this was a dead-end.  She began to wonder if she would make it out alive, when suddenly the alley opened up to another street and Cyndi was ordered to turn right.

   Cyndi spotted the gas station on the dark corner.  The unlit sign, seemingly broken, stood off to the right.  The glow from the pumps was the only illumination in the dark.  The boys pushed the car up to the pump where Cyndi stopped and parked the dead vehicle.  The building was empty, and dark.  The sign on the door read "CLOSED"!

   Cyndi looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on.  She counted ten guys standing around her car.  Everyone was looking at her as if they were expecting something.  Again, Cyndi couldn't explain why, but she found herself staring at each and every crotch as they stood around the car.