Nowhere soon

Kate grumpily rose to her feet, brushing the snow off of her glistening wet body. She didn't bother covering her bare breasts and pussy, her mind was to wrapped up in rage at her mother. How could she do this? On Christmas Eve of all days?

She smacked herself in the forehead, attempting to focus. She shivered, bringing her arms across her torso. The streets were busy as ever, with plenty of bystanders to see her, but she did her best to drown them out. She needed to focus on finding Clint, first and foremost. Stepping forward onto the cold, snowy cement, she began her journey to the makeshift base.

But before she could get in another step, a siren sound stopped her. Turning around, two police officers greeted her. "Ma'am, please come with us," one of them said.

Kate groaned. "Not really a good time, officer."

"It isn't for us either," the other cop spoke up, "so how about you make this easy?"

Kate awkwardly cupped her breasts in her hands. "I'm sorry boys, but this is important business." She turned to run, but was immediately tackled by the more fit of the two officers. She began kicking and yelling, but she was brought up to her feet nonetheless. Her continued flailing had no effect, other than jiggling her private parts around. Kate whimpered in embarrassment as she was slammed against the police car, her breasts flattened against the cold glass window. Before she knew it, she felt handcuffs tightening on her wrists, locking them behind her back.

"Great," she thought, "just like how it started."