Thankfully, the universe isn't that cruel.

No, no, no. Please, no. You must be loving this, Josh. I look at the officer with a feeling of abject terror. This is really happening. I’m about to go to the police station and hundreds of people are going to see me in my full glory.

He interrupts my thoughts with his gruff, manly voice.

“You should count yourself lucky, sweetheart. Your boyfriend’s father is a well-connected individual around here. I’m going to let you off with a warning. Go home and put some clothes on. And just some friendly advice, maybe try only breaking one law at a time,” the officer says.

I sigh in relief. He’s going to let me off. Thank. God.

I begin to open the car door, eager to get this night over with, but Josh stops me.

“No license, remember?” Josh says.

Right. Obviously. Josh gets in the driver’s seat and I walk around to the passenger side. I notice the towel laying neatly on the passenger seat now and I jump in. I’m grateful that no one else saw me. I must have been standing out there for 10 or 15 minutes. Anyone could have seen me. It was so embarrassing.

I sink deep into the seat as Josh starts the car. I cover my tiny tits with my equally small hands, still experiencing the intense mortification of tonight’s events. This is the worst night of my life. But also, kind of the best? I hate to admit it, but now that the danger is over... I’ve been loving this. The risk is exhilarating. I’ve never felt so alive. Josh pushes me to do things that I’d never do on my own and it feels amazing. Freeing. I’m so confused. My emotions are pushing me in so many directions. The towel on my seat is soaked. The evidence is undeniable. I loved being exposed.