I was careful to sit down when getting back into the car. It didn’t feel all squishy so I guess maybe it wasn’t that bad.
As I was closing the door I sniffed the hand I’d wiped with and nearly retched.
“Can we still stop at the rest area ahead?” I asked while fastening my seatbelt and trying to touch it as little as possible.
I was so glad when Mom didn’t ask any questions.
At the rest stop I first washed my hands then found an empty stall. I pulled my pants back down and…
“Aw man!” I groaned when I saw the heavy brown racing strip I’d left in my underwear.
