The journey home

Moore's journey home was quite eventful, and not in a good way.

For one thing, he felt even more exposed now that he was outside. The cold wind slithered up his legs and caressed his nether regions.

Everyone Moore passed on the long walk to the car stared at him. All of them were fully and decently clothed. Many of them laughed at him and gave him sly smiles. More of them frowned at him and shook their heads disapprovingly. Moore knew that they all thought that he was an exhibitionist pervert, and this humiliated him further.