Jingling bells announced Jess and Kate entering the gas station.

Noticing a bottle coked glasses clerk propping his head up with both hands, "Excuse me?" asked Kate waving her hand in front of clerk's eyes

"Flash him some tit," said Jess staring at his opened up magazine, "He'll properly give you a twenty."

"I'm not doing that."

"Then charge him as much as those losers slipped into your throng."

"I don't wear a throng."

"Fine, give him a blow job."

"No."

"Ok, Miss Prude. Give him a hand job."

"I'm not going to fuck him."

"How else are you going to find out if he's dead?"

"I'm not a nerco…nerco."

"Necrophilia."

"Yes, that. I just need to use the bathroom and you want me to fuck a corpse."

Hearing a car horn, "Great, he's getting impatient," said Jess.

Sliding across the counter top, she found the key to the bathroom

Tossing the key ring to Kate, "Here relieve your bladder," she said staring at the dials, "and I'll get the pumps on."

Pain increased with each step Kate took towards the bathroom. Stopping, she stared at the key ring which didn't one, two or five. It had at least twenty keys on the one ring. If her midsection didn't hurt, she would've counted them.

"Fuck," she mumbled.

Time and pain wouldn't let her check every key.

"Focus," she sighed.

Staring at the dead bolt lock, she could make out the company name. Looking at the multiply keys, she discovered five matched lock company name.

Inserting the key into the lock, it didn't work. Next one. Same thing. The fourth one did work.

"Thank you," she sighed looking up.

Turning the doorknob, it slowly swung opened. She stared at the darkness inside the bathroom.

Her right hand searched the wall on her left. Flat surface was all her touch found. That was a good thing, but didn't relieve the pain from her bladder. Checking the side, the switch was found. Flipping it up produced no light. Flipping it down, nothing.

"I'm not going to pee in the dark," she thought. Maybe being someone's prision bride wasn't a bad idea.

Turning, her ears caught, "How about now?"

Kate saw Jess stood with the door ajar.

Noticing Kate, "Can't get the pump to work. How's your pump?"

"No, light."

Smiling, "Need a nightlight?"

"The mechanical genius can't get the pumps to work."

Closing the door, Jess stood in front of Kate.

"F…," from Jess caused Kate to notice an arm resting on Jess's left shoulder. Noticing Jess's eyes, Kate saw an arm resting her right shoulder. Their eyes meant then turned to see the bottle eyed clerk standing between them resting his arms on their shoulders.

"I'm Jeffrey, your gasoline attendant. Didn't replace that light bulb since any folks don't come around here since that fog. Been reading the same magazine since then. You'll have to put your eyes into the viewer if you want the pumps to work. If I had a photo booth, you could do something nasty in it like two girls from that "Crazy" video. I like plump girls," staring at Jess.

Filling the tanks, Rath sat in the driver seat propping his elbow against the car door looking at his watch. Opening of the passenger door caused him to watch Kate slid into the backseat then followed by Jess planting herself onto the front seat.

"Why did it take…"

"Just drive," Jess said keeping her eyes on the windshield.

"Why…"

"Rath," said Kate, "Just drive."

And he did wondering why women took a long time to get things done.