She calls Brad to tell him the date is off

Melissa couldn't bear the thought of her parents finding out about this whole encounter, and she desperately needed to call Brad to tell him the date was off. So she called Brad, meanwhile neglecting to put her clothes on, which were still on her lap.

"Hey Brad, I just wanted to let you know that I'm under police custody on suspicion of being a **** mule. I insist that I'm not, but they're going to keep me here for a little while longer until I pass some BM's to make sure." She said, rather chirpily given the situation.

"Are you kidding me?!" Brad said angrily, knowing that his date with the hot patient was now being ruined, "Well, I'll just have to go down there and give them a piece of my mind."

"Brad, please don't, I don't want you to get in trouble too. Just wait a few hours and I might be able to call you when I get out."

"Well, this sucks! I had everything planned and made reservations. Maybe we can do tomorrow night, same time?"

"Maybe, I'll have to let you know, love you!" She said as she hung up. Wow, what was with that "love you" at the end, she thought?

"Was that your boyfriend?" Hendrickson asked.

Melissa thought for a moment, and replied "Yes... yes, that WAS my boyfriend!" with an uncharacteristic amount of confidence.

"Well, I can't keep you here indefinitely. I'll need to put you in a cell. Follow me," Hendrickson ordered, as he guided Melissa on the small of her back to an empty cell. Melissa was still nude, with her left arm clutching her clothes by her breasts and the bathroom pail in her right hand covering her private areas.

"I'll let you know when you can get out," Hendrickson said as Melissa entered the cell, "Let me know if you've done a BM or need anything."

"Okay, officer," replied Melissa as she sat down on the cold bench in the cell. The coldness shocked her rear and made her gasp and stand back up, and she finally remembered that she could, and indeed should, get dressed.