Bawling in pain and forgetting about almost everything, Elvira and Belinda ran away from the town and made a stop only when they were as tired that they just couldn't run. Thy look around and saw a cold spring. Without any doubt, they sat into the cold water. At first it was rather painful; it felt as fire and ice might feel if they were sentient and could express their feelings. But after a moment or so ice defeated fire, and the girls's red rear ends began to cool. It was not immediate, and the girls had to be careful not to make waves in the trough. But after about ten minutes Belinda and Elvira felt comfortable enough. Their bottoms were not the only thing that were red and burning. Their entire faces were cherry-red from embarrassment, so they carefully splashed water on it, this time finding it much less necessary to spend the time they had with their charbroiled hind-ends.

"Easy money, ha? Just a peace of cake, ha?" Belinda grunted.

"Oh, shut up! Better think - before night we'll stay here, but then we should run like this - with our bare bottoms - almost to the Canadian border! Any ideas, what to do?" Elvira snarled.

"Well..." Belinda rubbed her sore bottom "We may steal a poncho or something?.."

"Hell no!"