Reluctantly

I take a few more steps away from the rowdy crowd, Macy's moans and squeals of embarrassment playing like music to me ears… at first.

But, the longer I think about it the worse I feel. I think back on all the times I've been stripped and embarrassed in public. All those eyes watching me, all those hands groping my naked body, all the lascivious looks from lusty women (and a few men) all reveling in my erotic torment...

I sigh and shake my head. Nobody deserves to endure that. And then I remember all the times I've been embarrassed and humiliated specifically because of something Macy did, and my resolve strengthens a little.

"No, she's earned this. It's been a long time coming, now let's get out of here," I say to the dogs, who have suddenly become a lot less energetic. In fact, they're all just sitting there with confused looks on their faces.

"Come on, Poncho, Pincho, Thomas J, let's get going! We've had enough excitement for one day," I declare, suddenly eager to leave the park.

But instead of dragging me towards the exit, they just stare at me, like they're silently judging me.

"What's gotten into you three?" I ask angrily. Great, now I'm talking to dogs. "I'm not going back there! Not after everything she's done to me!"

Poncho just looks up at me with his sad, puppy dog eyes while Pincho whimpers slightly. TJ starts to tug gently on his leash, back in the direction of Macy.

"She doesn't need my help! She's a tough, mean lady. She can handle herself!" I argue, even as I remember her pitiful pleas and how helpless she looked as I stripped her. I'm not buying it, and neither are the dogs. "Okay, but if she ever got into real trouble, it's not like she's alone! George's got her…" I stop mid-sentence as I spot the blushing black beauty in the distance. "…back."

Off in the distance, trying to be as stealthy as she can is Georgia. She's blushing deeply and is trying to move from tree to tree without being caught. She's lost her police uniform and most of her clothes. In fact, all she still has on is one dirty sock and a ripped pair of granny panties with the seat missing. She's cradling her bare breasts in one arm while the other tries to hold on to the remains of her underwear. The two of us lock eyes for a moment, before the humiliated cop jumps in surprise and flees into the bushes.

I look at Thomas Jefferson in shock. "Damn dog, remind me to never get on your bad side." He just wags his tail and happily barks at me.

Realizing Macy is now without other help, and seeing how the dogs are reacting, I let out another sigh as my shoulders sag, feeling utterly defeated. "Okay, you win. Let's go get her."

All three dogs immediately start barking as they shoot off like little furry rockets back towards the way we just came.

Why am I doing this? And for her of all people!