Makes a run for it

Nancy looked from one cop to the other, shivering awkwardly behind her hands. She really didn't like the way Callahan was looking at her. The brunette didn't think she could survive the humiliating **** of having to travel stark naked in the back of his car.

With an apologetic look at the two officers, the nude girl turned tail and sprinted back into the woods.

“Hey, miss, wait up!” Callahan called after her, but she was too scared to stop.

When the shouts from the two men had died away, Nancy collapsed against a tree. Panting heavily, her chest heaving, she closed her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts. The brunette hadn’t been paying attention as to where her pell-mell run was taking her, and upon opening her eyes, she realised that she was well and truly lost.

Maybe I should head back to the road, Nancy thought, so very reluctantly, began to head back roughly the way she thought she had come.

Fortunately, Callaghan and Powell had moved on by the time she found the road again. I just hope they don’t talk to my parents; how could I possibly explain this to them?

Not wanting to get spotted by anyone else, Nancy decided to follow the road into town from the edge of the woods, hopefully out of sight of lurking eyes. She tensed up as she passed the first set off streetlamps.

The woods stopped, so Nancy was **** to dart from car to car, crouching behind each one in turn until she was convinced that the coast was clear. She lost track of time, but finally Nancy turned into Maple Street. She was steeling herself to make the last dash across the road to her house, when a horribly familiar voice made her duck down behind cover again.

“Ah man, I wonder if Steve got busted!” It was Tommy and Carol, on their way back from Steve’s!

Nancy sank to the floor behind the vehicle, hugging her knees to her chest and shivering uncontrollably. Why didn’t I go with the cops? The brunette thought to herself. Her hair was dishevelled, and her thin arms were exhausted from covering her chest and vagina for so long; her whole body was covered in scratches from her journey through the woods.

But worse than the pain, worse than the humiliation, was the cold. It was freezing even for November; she was shivering uncontrollably and her teeth were chattering, so loud she was convinced Tommy and Carol would hear her. If I’d plucked up the courage to go in the police car, I could be warm and in my own bed, Nancy thought. Instead I’m cowering naked outside my own house.

After what felt like an age, Tommy and Carol moved on. When relative silence settled over Maple Street again, the brunette made the final streak across the road.

Nancy’s heart dropped like a stone when she realised her next problem. She may have got home, but she was locked out!