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officer who’d just made a call.
    The first officer
announced, “Ladies, you’re under arrest for indecent exposure in a
public place.”
    “ Un-fucking-believable!” muttered
Susan as the cops read the girls their rights.
    Two more police officers—a
man and a woman—arrived within the next minute. The policewoman did
the honors of cuffing the girls’ hands behind their backs. It was
standard procedure for an arrest.
    “ Let’s go, girls,” the
policewoman said in a businesslike manner. She tossed in a snide
postscript. “Your public awaits.”
    The girls had one cop each
to escort them. The dark haired cop took hold of Hildy, grasping
her by just her upper arm. It was an obvious precaution to avoid
his brushing against certain parts of her anatomy in a way that
might later be complained of as police brutality.
    The policewoman opened the
office door and led the way for the others. With their hands cuffed
behind their backs, Hildy and her friends couldn’t even attempt to
cover their nudity.
    “ One side, one side,”
ordered the policewoman as she parted the applauding students
waiting in the corridor.
    The cops walked their
naked companions through the crowd and out the main front door of
the school. Until then, only Susan among them had endured the
unwanted experience of being nude outside. Now all four girls were
outdoor nudists, the bright sun fully illuminating their bare
bodies. Hildy cringed knowing the sunlight would make for some of
the best quality photos of the day.
    By this time, the bulk of
the crowd went outdoors to witness the final act of the nudie show.
When the officers escorted their arrestees out the door, the
waiting crowd let fly with a huge ovation. It seemed the throng had
grown even larger. No doubt word spread far and wide through texts,
tweets, emails, and phone calls, and that brought spectators out of
the woodwork. The stoners who'd missed the original streak now were
present to witness the naked perp walk. And, it was later said,
even people who had not been in school that day, for one reason or
another, made an immediate B-line for campus when they heard what
awaited them there. One guy, it was rumored, who'd suffered at home
with a case of food poisoning, managed to drag himself to the
school so he wouldn’t miss this once in a lifetime
spectacle.
    The cops placed Dara and
Cindy in the backseat of one of the police cars, while Susan and
Hildy were led to the backseat of the other. Seated next to each
other, Hildy noticed Susan’s crotch, now with less hair than Hildy
had remembered being there earlier.
    “ What happened to your
bush?” Hildy asked.
    “ The stoners have it,”
Susan muttered.
    Once again, it was just
like the movie. Gobs of laughing faces crowded around the cars to
point and gawk at the naked girls trapped within. Two newly arrived
cops did their best to shoo people out of the lane leading to the
parking lot exit. As soon as they cleared the path, Hildy expected
they’d drive the girls to the police station where they’d be booked
and given a court date. She tried to console herself with the
notion that indecent exposure was a minor crime that would incur
just a small fine and probably some community service. Still it
needed to be processed down at the station, and that’s where they
were headed—with nothing on. For the moment, though, the cars
weren’t moving, and the crowd was just outside the
autos.
    It was then that Hildy
heard a boy close to the car window inquire loudly of a girl
standing right next to him, “Which one yelled ‘I’m bare-pussy’ ?”
    “ I think it was Hildy
Bowlers!” the girl shouted back.
    Oh, shit! They had heard that from the stage? How could they have heard that among all the
screaming that went on?
    Then Hildy remembered the
Assembly Hall had been acoustically designed to facilitate sound
traveling from the stage to the audience. Just another fly in the ointment of an otherwise perfect
plan , she stewed.
    There