At least pay the fountain a visit

The rest of your day goes as normally as it realistically could. You go for a jog, though you are subconsciously a little more watchful for creeps than normal. You get some tasks done around the house and then, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, you realize that the sun is setting. You know you’re about to have a decision to make, so naturally you try to keep your mind on anything else.

The clock keeps ticking, much faster than it seems it should be: 9pm, 10, 11. Finally it’s midnight, and you figure that any stragglers would have left the park by now, even any teens who might hide out after dark (do teens do that?). You still haven’t decided whether you’re actually going to strip tonight, but at least paying the park a visit wouldn’t hurt. It technically closes at sunset, but it isn’t like anybody would be patrolling (or really cares, anyway).

You pull on a sweater and get into your car, shaking slightly from both nerves and the night chill that has seeped through the garage. You don’t typically leave the house this late. You bring a swimsuit just in case you decide to do this in a more socially acceptable way, plus a towel.

The drive there is uneventful.

The ‘beep!’ of your car lock breaks through the silent night. You’re the only one in the parking lot, unsurprisingly. The fountain makes a soft pattering in the distance, perhaps half a kilometer away. The moon is only half out, but even so it isn’t hard to find your way down the meandering path.

You make your way to the fountain. It would be busy during the day, and as you approach you imagine a whole crowd playing around it. Families, even. It’s quite impressive: a large basin with a fish sculpture in the middle and water spouts all around. Contrary to the inviting basin, there are “NO SWIMMING” signs posted around it; you suppose that will be the third crime (after trespassing and public indecency) you’ll commit tonight if you go through with this. Finally, there’s a bathroom off to the side of this plaza.

On edge about this whole situation, you take some time to scout out the area. You can’t rule out that the couple might have come to watch you, though it would be difficult for them to coordinate since they didn’t specify a time for you to come. At any rate, you don’t see any trace of them, and no security cameras either. Plus, it’s just dark enough that eyes or cameras would have difficulty picking up the details of your body or your identity. Probably.

Well, you’re finally here, and that means it’s time for a decision. You have to admit that the naughtiness does give you a tingle of excitement, but you would never do this by yourself (and you do despise that you’re being goaded). Do you risk getting caught nude -- or worse, arrested? You can’t imagine that the devils would know what you do, but you aren’t great at lying and that seems just as risky.