I follow the officer's directions

Naked and forlorned, I hang on the trellis of the country cottage, my tanned skin still managing to shine in the bright white of the constable's window-mounted searchlight. I see a blue-sleeved arm motioning outside the driver's side window. I can tell by the way he's flicking his hand towards the car that he wants me to come down to him. But I've worked so hard to climb this far.

I look up to the open window my cousin had just fallen into, hoping for some support. I see none forthcoming, the window frame stays empty.

I look back to the patrol car. The officer is standing outside it now, looking impatient. My mouth tries to form some sort of explanation, but I hear nothing issue forth. Exasperated with both the situation and my absent cousin, I slowly make my way back down the aged trellis.

It seems to be harder finding a way down than it was to climb up. The searchlight following me doesn't help matters. It only serves to blind me when I try to look over my shoulder to find a way down. Curse that cousin of mine!

Finally, with a minimum of additional nicks and scratches, my feet find terra firma. I worriedly step over to the garden's stone wall, the light from the patrol car still illuminating my every move. I feel self-conscious under the shadowy gaze of the man in uniform just the other side of the column of mortared stones. He must be able to see everything now, including the sticky glaze of dried cum that still clings to most of my torso.

"Uh, it's okay, officer. This is my residence. W..I just locked myself out and was trying to get back in my house," I tell him, my arms crossing to try and hide what I can from his gaze.

"Well, I don't know how okay it is, displaying yourself in front of the whole neighborhood," replies the voice, silhouetted by the dashboard lights behind where he now stands.

'Well , if you wouldn't be shining the light on me, no one would see!' I thought, but knew it best not to state.

"I'm on private property," I finally answer.

"Mmm, but everybody for blocks could see you up high in the air. What if some kids would be out? You consider this appropriate behavior for a young lady like yourself?"

"Well, er, no, but.." I stammer.

"Don't think I don't know who you are. I helped to bust your auntie here. She was certainly the wild one. It seems to run in the family."

I try to read what he is trying to say, but his face is in total darkness. How well did he know Aunt Sophie before he took her in?

I try to play the flirt. Cocking my head, I ask, "Now, you wouldn't arrest me, would you, sir?"

There is a too long silence before he speaks again. I see he has lit a cigarette up. It's ember glows red in the dark.

"Any reason why I shouldn't?"

He seems to pause for effect, take a drag from his fag. Then he continues.

"Would make quite a spectacle at the station house, wouldn't it? Pulling you through, naked as the day you were born, past all the thugs and assorted ne'er-do-wells. You'd be quite popular in lockup, I'd say."

He pauses again. I can almost see his wicked grin, even in the dark. I shiver in the warm summer night at the thought of what he has in mind for me.

I glance around furtively. Should I make a run for it? Can I change his mind?

"We could avoid that , though, missy."