Nude at Noon

“Hey what kind of name is Clemens anyway?” The parking attendant said. A thin mustached man in a beige uniform and hat.

“It’s my name and it rocks thank you very much,” Clemens said.

It was a nice hot day. Clemens had parked at the lakeside and spent the whole day nude bathing and tanning on her towel. She had spent some of it with a large fat orange marmalade cat. Feeding it some of the leftover pork chops. So fat! Meow!

After a full day of fun, she didn’t pay the parking attendant.

“That’s gonna be 60 bucks thank you very much…” The parking attendant said.

“60 bucks! You're joking!” She said, “I’m leaving… You can’t stop me…”

A police car drove by the lake car park. Beep beep.

“Perfect timing…” The attendant smiled and wrapped his fingers together.

Clemens gulped.

Out came a handsome cop. He was a tall blonde man with a body like Johnny Bravo. But not the outrageous hair.

He walked over. Slow motion like. Even the parking attendant's jaw dropped.

“I’m Officer Paul. Any trouble here folks?” He said.

Both Clemens and the attendant were awestruck. He had this energy about him. Magnetic. They both shook their heads.

“No trouble,” they said in unison.

“Good… I got a report of a missing cat which is on the agenda — last seen at the lake… Have you seen it?”

“Yes! I saw it! Fat Marmalade!” Clemens said. She took Officer Paul by the arm and smiled. Poking her tongue out at the parking attendant as they left in search of the marmalade cat.