Chase after her

WAIT!” I yell struggling to my feet, the handcuffs holding my hands behind me proved a great hassle limiting my ability to stand up. Once up I started after her, with tissues and toilet paper trailing off my body as I ran. Faint orange sunlight illuminated my body dimly, revealing my state; brown stained and handcuffed, foul stenched and running frantically down a city street.Cars honked every now and then but with so many it ceased to startle me

I had long lost the woman but soon found myself nearing my home street. Only one block away as I hear a scream of disgust. It was old lady Catherine, she’d lived on my block my entire life.

“Good heavens” she exclaimed “what has gotten into you, I’m contacting your mother at once!” She yells out

“I’m sorry miss Catherine please don’t tell my mommy! I cry out”

“Too late” she says holding her phone, light illuminating, “I’ve got footage you pervert”

I wince but continue on red faced and run past the remaining few houses until I get home.