"Yes, the license number is good, because they can track down quickly who that belongs to and where you live. It will also alert the police to watch for that truck. Maybe if there's time and space on the paper I could add the make and color of the truck," Laura replied.
"I think there are probably a half dozen stalls in the place, since it's a women's restroom, and I don't think you'll have time to write in every one - he'll get suspicious if you're gone too long. How can we get around that?" Monty mused.
"I've got it!" Laura suddenly exclaimed. "I have lipstick in my purse, too, and I can write on the mirror. Then anyone coming in will see it for sure - women can't help looking at a mirror."
"Laura, you're great. That's a perfect solution. Maybe it would help avoid suspicion if you could hide the lipstick somewhere so that you don't need to carry your purse inside, and he can see that both hands are free."
"This skirt does have a small pocket, so I won't need to hide it in my bra," Laura laughed, then blushed suddenly as, unbidden, her mind pictured herself unbuttoning her blouse in front of Monty and secreting the lipstick in her bra between her breasts. Had she turned her head, she would have seen that Monty, too, was blushing because he was picturing exactly the same thing.
"Better get ready, because it's coming up in about a mile. I sure hope he falls for this," Monty worried.
He started slowing as they approached the entrance to the rest stop, and then swung in, relieved to see that there were no other vehicles this late at night.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Ranny yelled angrily from his hiding place. He, too, had seen that the parking lot was empty so he wasn't afraid to yell loudly.
"She really has to go - she can't wait any longer," Monty yelled back. "She'll only be a minute, but she's got to go."
"Dammit, I should just let her piss her pants," Ranny said furiously. "All right, get in there, do it, and get back out here. You stay right where you are, cowboy, and both of you remember this rifle has 30 rounds!"
"Thanks, mister," Monty called, as Laura jumped down from the truck and walked quickly, pretending that she did really need to go, letting her arms swing at her sides to show that her hands were empty.