The pants are snagged

(Originally published by Ewong at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

You curse under your breath as you really didn't want to part with the pants. You untie the drawstring and crawl out of them. The problem is the sandals come of as you pull your feet through. You curse again and stand up and leave them there. You make sure your boobs are still covered and you run as far as you can. You limp along since the gravel is cutting into your feet something fierce. The shirt just about covers your panties so you don't worry about exposure as much. You don't see any cars coming in any direction, so you just keep going. The sun is about at noon when you come across a highway sign that reads: