Willie
Mentally, I am still recovering from my bizarre encounter with Officer Benson. After she rushed off, I placed my feet on the ground, well parted to keep my cheeks spread, and to stand slowly pushed upwards with my legs. The sizable trailer hitch eventually slid out, with much discomfort. But there I stood naked with wrists bound behind my back.
Luckily, the edge of the rusted and pitted rear bumper served as a suitable file and over time I was able to grind away at the vinyl cable tie serving to cuff my wrists. Within a few minutes the thin tie broke and I was able to retrieve most of my clothing which had strewn about in sliding off the departing patrol cars trunk. But one old shoe must have ended up well down the main road. It was not to be found.
So back in the dorm, studying
