"Have you been drinking?" Richard asked, smelling the wine on Molly's breath.
"Well, maybe a little," she lied. Then, noticing Richard staring over her shoulder to where the empty wine bottle was laying on its side on the end table, she admitted "well, maybe a lot."
Richard grabbed the keys from Molly's hand and offered to drive. She was able to convince him to take her car. As they get on the New Jersey turnpike towards Atlantic City she tells Richard about her dream, sparing no details. He is obviously very turned as Molly has to remind him more than once to keep his eyes on the road. After about half an hour Molly has to pee. Just as they are about to get off the turnpike to find a place they come to a service plaza. It looks like the place is deserted, but the lights are on so they pull in.
The restroom reminded Molly of the ones at the campground her family used to go to on vacation. One year they took her cousin Susie along, who was a couple years older than Molly. Susie had taught her a rhyme which she had all but forgotten about until now. Still being a bit buzzed, she recited it out loud as she cleaned up, the cinderblock walls returning a flat echo:
"Always wipe front to back, Never back to front. Love and kisses, Your Cunt."
Molly was nine years old at the time and didn't know what the C-word meant, so after they got back she asked her mother, who slapped Molly silly and made her stay in her tent the rest of the trip.