Call the Police!

As Lauren jogged down the twilight streets of the residential neighborhood, various men cat called and women screamed obscenities at her, the best of which were, "Whore!", and "Slut!".

Screaming for their children to get inside, Laurem could only screech, "Don't look, PLEASE DON'T LOOK! I'M NAAAAKEEEEEED!", pumping her toneless arms so fast she couldn't even use them to cover her breasts or crotch that flashed out in glimpses.

Suddenly a siren blared behind her, and with instinct Lauren slowed in reassurance, until she heard the shout, "Stop right there streaker! We've got you dead to rights for indecent exposure!"

Lauren turned to face the two troopers with tasers trained, "I'm the Emerald Goddess, wait, stop, you don't understand!"

"Streaker is behaving erratically, one officer reported into his radio, be advised, delusional."

"Get on the ground!", the other ordered.