However, Istarted thinking that its six thirty in the evening, the center waspretty quiet and I would be walking in the car park, so I could walkbetwe...en cars if approached by another vehicle. I paid for my ticket andheaded up the stairs. I found the car she had mentioned. I lookedround, there were no other people in the area. The car was parkedagainst a wall. I slipped between it and the wall and slipped my shoesoff. Then I loosened my belt and the button and zip, one last lookaround, still no. All you jerks think every girl is a target. I'm going to teach you that just ain't so." She slapped my face with a mittened hand while her friends held me there. I raised my hands to stop another slap but she reached down and got two handfuls of snow and threw the snow in my face. I was scared but I was starting to get angry too.Jenny spotted a patch of yellow snow with dog tracks around it. She took a handful of it and grabbed me by the front of the jacket. "Open up," she demanded.It was. This was quite an honor–growing up I had always wanted to get behind the wheel of the family Winnebago, but Dad said it was his job to drive and mine to "watch the countryside and learn about our nation" as he would put it. Now he was not only letting me drive but handing down the keys to the family fun machine to me."Yes, I'm sure. Now give me a dollar," he said. Puzzled at the request, I handed him a dollar. "Congratulations, you just bought yourself a fully equipped Winnebago motorhome!" he. “What’s the problem? Can I do something for you?” “This is absolutely unbearable,” she said irritably and burst into tears again. “What?” “Can’t you see?” she mumbled, glaring at me. Then I noticed that she had tried to put on a pair of panties over the cast. They were stuck at the top of her casted thigh. “Impossible,” she complained, “the cast is too big.” “I think you should stop worrying about it,” I replied. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be bare “down there”?” “Nice.