She started walking, maybe she would find a phone booth or a gas station still open. But after some minutes she realized that there wasn't much hope. There were no gas stations in this area, and she hadn't seen a phone-booth all day. What could she do? She was to pround to ring at some of the houses, assking for a phone. And the stubborn people here wouldn't let her in probably, anyway. Finally she saw a bar that was still open. Usually she never went to bars, but they sureley had a phone. She saw several mor bikes standing outside, and didn't like it. Hopefully this was just a coincident and not a biker bar, as she hated bikers. Nevertheless, she could not walk around all night trying to find help. So she put on a cool face and walked in. |