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wasn’t a lot of room
in the backseat. Still, covering up as best one could seemed, to
Hildy, like a reasonable game plan, to Hildy for the moment, so she
hunched forward in an attempt to shield her front torso. That’s
when she noticed Susan sitting up straight in the seat, making no
attempt to conceal any portion of her nudity.
    “ You’re such a perv!”
Hildy chided her friend. “You don’t even care that everyone
sees?”
    “ It’s worse if they know
you’re embarrassed,” Susan whispered through gritted
teeth.
    The boy outside the car
saw Hildy’s cover-up position and hollered through the window,
“Hey, Hildy!—you’re not embarrassed all of a sudden to be bare-pussy , are
ya?!”
    “ What’s the matter,
Hildy?!” teased the girl right next to the boy as she announced it
loud enough for Hildy and everyone else in the vicinity to hear.
“Don’tcha like bein’ bare-pussy anymore?”
    The crowd responded with
more laughing taunts, having huge fun with the silly synonym for
nudity.
    “ Hey, Hildy’s embarrassed
to be bare-pussy !”
    “ Look how fuckin’
embarrassed she is that she’s bare-pussy !”
    “ I’d just die if I were
running around bare-pussy in front of everyone!”
    “ Don’t be embarrassed,
Hildy! Be bare-pussy and proud!”
    That’s when it occurred to
Hildy that Susan was right. This was worse. What made the movie
scene such a titillating, arousing, compulsive delight for Hildy
wasn’t just the nudity and the reaction it got from those who were
seeing a pair of unintentional nudists. It was the unhidden
embarrassment of the naked couple, who proclaimed their public
humiliation for all to see and hear by screaming and bouncing
hysterically. That’s what Hildy was giving to the crowd around the
police car. She was giving them something to intensify their enjoyment. They
were feasting on her naked body and her naked humiliation. It would be different if
these were strangers she’d never see from this day forward. But
these were people she knew and whom she’d have to deal with again
beginning with classes on Monday. Some would follow her to the
university where she was transferring next year. How could she ever
face them again if they knew what she was really going through
sitting there as a naked spectacle for all of them? She’d just die if they knew!
    Hildy sat up straight. The
people around the car cheered the move. They began a chant of
“Bare-pussy! Bare-pussy! Bare-pussy!”
    Hildy looked at Susan,
whose expression needed no explanation. Hildy couldn’t let the
crowd know her true feelings. Susan knew it, and now she knew it,
too.
    They leaned back and, as
though it were the most natural thing to do under the
circumstances, allowed their knees to part.
    Hildy’s inner voice
screamed, “Whoah-oh-ooooooooooh-oh-oh-aaah-aaaaahhh!!!”

Epilogue
     
    Hildy Bowlers learned an
important lesson—fantasies are great so long as they remain a
fantasy. Reality can sometimes be too
real .
    Following the arrest, the
cops drove the girls to the police station where, inexplicably, not
one officer could find even a single piece of apparel in which to
wrap the nude perps. At least, that’s what they claimed. That
necessitated the girls remaining naked during the taking of mug
shots. If they were just your standard head-and-shoulders photos,
the girls probably wouldn’t have had anything to complain about.
However, the camera’s placement several feet back was
suspicious.
    Protect and serve, my
ass! fumed Hildy.
    At this point, what
difference did it make? Considering how many pictures were taken
and shared of their streak and its aftermath, who didn’t already
have nude photos of the Paper Bag
Girls ? That’s how they came to be known
around town and on the Internet. As a foursome, they were the Paper
Bag Girls, or Paper Bag Streakers, or just the Paper Baggers, or
PBs, for short.
    With those kinds of names
dogging them, as well as almost constant display of their nudie
photos