Thump.<br/><br/>Crunch.<br/><br/>Whoosh.<br/><br/>Whump.<br/><br/>Squish.<br/><br/>Crash.<br/><br/>By the time she hit the bottom, Karen was groaning, soaked with mud and shaking off the filth.  Her hair was a mess.  Her clothes were a mess.  She was a mess.  Part of her wanted to just lie there until some of this made sense.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she got back up to her feet, filthy and humiliated, with her nipples rock hard from the chill of the dirty puddle.  At least nobody would be able to easily notice through her sweater...though it and her jeans were all sorts of torn up.