She emerged from the bathroom and returned to Ami and Derek. Fortunately they were finished and Derek was just paying the check.
“See you, Ami,” said Deborah as she left in her own car. She shivered. Her peed jeans were starting to get cold. Fortunately she was able to climb into Derek’s warm pick-up. It was hot all day so her pants would probably dry in no time. Eastern Washington was almost a desert.
They drove along for quite some time. Deborah kept stealing chances to brush the denim material around her crotch and bottom. She was getting dryer and dryer as they drove along. Finally they pulled into a place that said, “Maryland Albright Fur Farm.” They got out.