Michelle's rough night!

And Michelle? What had happened to her? She'd run from the cops, flailing through the woods alone and naked, scrapping her sensitive feet and body as she stumbled through the woods. After wandering lost in the dark, growing more and more scared, she stumbled out onto a street. She looked up and down, unsure what to do. Suddenly a car blurred by. She saw it was full of drunken young men. The car screeched to a stop when the saw her, and swung into reverse. By the time she'd gotten out of her shaken stupor, There was a car with six young men looking right at her!

"Hey streaker!" Laughed one passenger, leaning his head out the window.

"Full moon tonight!" Another boy heckled.

"Hey... look at her!" Another man seemed to notice something.

"What?" Asked the driver.

"She's like 50 or something!" He said, bursting into laughter.

"You're right! She's a streaking granny!" Laughed the driver. All the boys joined in while Michelle stewed. 50?! She was only 45, thank you very much!

"It's granny streaker!" The began chanting.

"Shut up!' Michelle yelped. "I'm not a 'granny'!"

"Are you kidding? You got gray pubes granny!"

"OMG she does!" the whole car crumbled in laughter. Okay, that was true... but she was still hot! For a woman so appearance focused, she couldn't allow what they were saying!

"I'm the sexiest woman you've ever seen!" She screeched, still clutching her body. This made them laugh all the harder...