1. The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)


    Datum: 17.02.2022, Kategorien: Schamsituation

    ... the station house, radioing ahead to the desk sergeant, while their naked handcuffed passenger softly continued muttering, "Fuck this, fuck this shit, fuck this all . . ."
    
    . . .
    
    "She's been sitting there for an hour now. Just walked right into Midnight Mass at St. Mary's, naked like that. I don't know who she is yet."
    
    "No I.D.?"
    
    "She's naked, stupid! Where's she gonna keep her I.D., up her butt?"
    
    "Oh right. . . She won't talk?"
    
    "She doesn't respond to anything. I think she's just a nut case. We've called the mental health people."
    
    The naked girl, sitting on the wooden bench in her cell, slouched against the concrete wall, not minding as it scraped her bare back. She stared dully down at her dirty bare feet. She moved her hands, cuffed uncomfortably behind her, to scratch an itch. She had stopped muttering a while ago.
    
    "Well we can't just leave her naked like that. Look at those punks there, if they weren't separated by those bars she'd be raped a dozen times." He was ...
    ... referring to the gang members in the next cell who were standing at the bars, staring in lust and in morbid horror at the crazy naked chick.
    
    More time passed.
    
    Tami Smithers felt like she was waking up. She looked around and cowered in shame as she took stock of her surroundings. Oh God. Here I am, naked in a jail . . . handcuffed . . . with these scruffy guys looking right at me! What happened?? And shit, it's cold in here.
    
    She drew her legs up to sit cross-legged. She was intensely conscious of the leering thugs not ten feet in front of her and wished she could cover her breasts with her hands. As it was she bent forward a bit so that at least her breasts were not so obviously on display.
    
    She cleared her throat. She looked slowly over to the people at the desk on the other side of the bars. In a low, scratchy voice she said, "Could I have some water?"
    
    A relieved, kind face came up to the bars. "Are you O.K.?" It was a middle-aged woman in casual, heavy clothing, overcoat unbuttoned. She had 
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