He tries to be friendly

"Officer Johnson! Officer Johnson!" The newswoman speaks rapidly, as if afraid that the man might vanish into thin air before she can finish what she wants to say. "Do you have anything to say about your conduct on June 6th? Are you a woman hater? Does the police department have a homophobia problem?"

Standing to the side of the three women cuffed to his fence, James Johnson smiles at the camera and willingly speaks into the microphone.

"I've been advised against commenting on the events that took place that evening, but I want to make it clear that I feel no ill will towards the women here. In fact, I thought you might be thirsty, so I brought some ice cold lemonade."

He whips the cloth off of the tray, revealing three large pint-sized plastic cups, each full to the brim with ice cubes and a clear sparkling liquid, and a straw. But the cloth catches on one straw, destabalizing one of the cups. In an attempt to rebalance it, James moves the tray, but since he's currently pulling the cloth off, he's only holding it at one side. The combination of the heaviness of the drinks, and his awkward position holding the tray, causes his grip to fail, and the tray rotates 90 degrees sideways. The cups immediately fall off, towards the protesting women. A little hits Eve, and Gwen gets a faceful, but by far the vast majority douses Suzanne, leaving her absolutely drenched in the ice cold liquids.

Back on the podium, watching this from the gameshow studio, 28 year old Suzanne shivers from the memory of it.

"What the fuck!" 22 Year Old Suzanne screams.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry-" Officer Johnson begins, but is interrupted by Eve.

"Suzanne... You're... You're not wearing a bra?!"

Suzanne whimpers as she looks down and sees that her thin white "Not Eye Candy" T-Shirt has gone almost entirely see-through, and clings tightly to her skin. Everyone there, and everyone watching the local news live at home, can see her huge breasts, as plain as day.

"I... I can't wear bras... I have a medical condition... No, please don't look!" Suzanne whimpers. As her entire face is sopping wet, nobody can see the tears forming in her eyes. What they can see though, is her nipples becoming rock solid and erect, thanks to the sudden change in temperature.

One man in the crowd wolf-whistles. Another loudly says "Look at those hooters!"

The awful man near the back can be heard saying "Knew she was a total slut."

"Turn the camera away, Brian!" The newswoman snarls to her cameraman, who is still focused in on the three women, transfixed.

With all their wrists cuffed to the fence, none of the three protesters can do anything to protect Suzanne's modesty. Her heavy, jutting breasts remain proudly visible, for all to gaze upon and enjoy.

Who knows how many family, friends, acquaintances and strangers are getting the view of the century, live to their screens. With her weirdly naturally endowed chest, she really undeniably looks like a porn star.

"Cover her up! Someone cover her up!" Gwen demands.

"I'm not a slut!" Suzanne is saying to nobody in particular. Mainly the viewers at home, she supposes. "I'm not a slut."