So Much For Gender Solidarity !

If they had been closer to their goal, Debbi and Carol would have been happy about the lack of traffic on the country lane. But with a five mile barefoot trek in front of them ( well, bare everything really ) they were **** for a lift. Although hemmed in on both sides by head high hedges, the position of the sun in the sky was affording little shade. "You're getting quite red" Debbi informed her companion. Although both brunettes, Carol's English rose complexion lacked the Mediterranean genes Debbi had inherited from her father's side, which gave some protection from the sun's rays. "Oh that's great. I guess, I'd better just cover up then ?" answered Carol sarcastically, as their bickering continued. "Just saying" said Debbi. "Well don't" replied Carol.

After what seemed an age of painfully slow progress, a second car finally appeared. Debbi stuck her thumb out hopefully. The car zoomed by but then the two naked women were pleased to see it pull to a halt twenty yards further on. They ran eagerly up to the car, ignoring the stones on the road. The window on the passenger side rolled down. "What on earth has happened to you ?" asked a young woman. A young woman who was making no move to open the rear door. "Oh thank god. Please. Can you give us a lift ?" gasped Debbi. "We're at a camp site a few miles up the road."

The driver was another young woman. A young woman who was making no attempt to hide the smirk on her face. "Well before we even consider that I think we deserve some kind of explanation for your current predicament, don't you ?" she replied. Carol quickly repeated their tale of woe, which now included the encounter with the group of bikers. This elicited a predictably amused reaction from the women in the car. "So please, can you give us a lift ?" Carol finished.

"But what if this is all some kind of trap ? Like, we open the car door and then two guys jump out of the hedge and attack and rob us ?" the driver wondered. "Yeah, what if ?" her friend agreed. "Oh, come on" said Debbi. "This is Wiltshire not Mexico !" The women in the car laughed but were not to be persuaded. "Oh please" Carol pleaded. "Hang on just a second" the passenger answered, as she delved into her bag. Debbi and Carol hoped for a change of heart but all the woman did was to pull out her phone and start taking photos of them. "Nobody would believe me otherwise but now these'll be great on social media !"

With that, her friend put the car back in gear and it sped off down the lane. "Cows" Carol shouted after them angrily. "So much for gender solidarity" moaned Debbi. "God knows when there'll be another car." But no sooner had she said this, than they heard the syncopated sound of a labouring diesel engine and turned to see a farm tractor trundling towards them.