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handcuffs, your wishes no longer matter. All my friends and co-workers will now see me decked out in cotton underwear in the middle of winter on national TV . Wonderful.
    "Understand what? You were stripping without a license, and you aren't employed here. That makes you also guilty of public indecency."
    I looked down at my undies. "Yeah, well, I've seen women at the gym wearing less than I have on." My chin went up a notch as they snapped the cuffs shut.
    The blond shook his head. "Those are workout outfits, not underwear. Big difference."
    I began to panic, realizing that my hands were locked into place. "But my boyfriend said if I danced well for him, he would… errrr… never mind."
    They stared down at me. "You're a prostitute too?"
    "What?" I blinked and choked. "No, no, no. He doesn't pay me for sex."
    They started pulling me along behind them as they headed for the exit. "Can't I at least get my clothes? It's cold out here, you know."
    "It'll be warm enough in the patrol car, although I hear jail is chilly." He took a moment to check out my attire before continuing. "Some of those cell mates are a bit deprived. I bet you'll be plenty warm if you keep on the move."
    "Very funny, Barney," I grumbled under my breath.
    His face scrunched into a frown. "What did you call me?"
    Oh, good grief . "Nothing. I swear. Nothing at all."
    "Tell it to a judge, honey," the blond replied.
    "Shy. My name is Shy." I ambled along behind them, trying to avoid meeting the eyes of those that stared.
    The cops both snorted. "Great stripper name. Especially considering your innocent school girl outfit."
    I stumbled. "But it's my real name!"
    "Yeah, right."
    Dropping my head, I obediently slid into the squad car, wondering how in the world I would get out of this mess.
    Once we reached jail, a lady tossed me a pair of gaudy gray striped scrubs. At least they were clean and covered more than what I arrived in. After all the processing, I begged for my phone call.
    She handed me the phone with a stout warning. "You only get one call, so you better find someone who will answer."
    I debated for a long moment. Meat would probably be still chasing the bad guy and either not answer his phone or not have it with him. I wasn't sure if Jessica would be home yet or still busy at the shop and unable to answer my call. The brothers were so hit and miss, they could be in a totally different country with their cell phones off. That left me one option.
    I dialed the number and prayed.
    "Dad! I need your help. You see, I've been arrested and need you to bail me out. Please?" I paused to listen to his question. "What are the charges? Oh, let's see. Insulting an officer, stripping without a license, and public indecency with the intent to prostitute."
    I heard a loud thump on the other end.
    "Dad? Dad!"
    I shot a pleading look to the officer. "I think he fainted."
    She shook her head. "You better hope he comes to and soon. That was your one and only phone call."
     
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    I bit my lip as I shuffled into the jail cell already populated with a variety of ladies, all who looked like they could tear me apart bit by bit if I so much as moved wrong.
    Luckily, Dad showed up in a reasonable amount of time for a rescue. Certainly faster than the cavalry of old, but slower than the pizza delivery guy. It couldn't have been a moment too soon. The dark haired chick in the next cell kept staring at me and licking her lips. By the time the rude gestures started, the guard slipped her key in the lock.
    Victor's scowl told me exactly how he felt. Not pleased would be an understatement. He forked over the money for bail and signed a couple of papers, while I remained mute, working hard to get my story straight before the questions began rapid fire.
    No sooner had we plopped down in the car, than the inquisition began. "First of all, are you okay? And where are your clothes?" He gestured to the scrubs provided by the jail attendant.
    "I'm fine. I guess my clothes are