The phone ringing next to my bed jolted me out of a sound sleep. I looked groggily at the clock on my nightstand. 6:23 am.
"Hello," I muttered into the phone.
"Hello, Laurie. It's been awhile."
It took me a couple of seconds to connect the familiar voice with the face but when I finally did I bolted upright in my bed.
"Megan?"
"You remember me," she laughed. "I thought you might."
I remembered her alright. Being forced by her to streak naked in front of 45,000 people at a Seattle Mariners game wasn't something that was going to slip from my memory anytime soon. Summer had turned to fall and I'd begun to have the faint hope that this dirty cop and her friends had decided to leave me alone. Obviously not. This was the phone call that I'd been dreading for the past two months.
"What do you want, Megan? Are the Seahawks playing today or something?" I was only being half-sarcastic; I have to admit that the beginning of the Seahawks' season had made me more than a little nervous.
"No, nothing like that," she laughed. "Not today anyway. But I do have something fun planned for this morning though."
My stomach churned as I began to imagine what her idea of "something fun" might mean. Whatever it was I was pretty sure that it didn't include me wearing any clothes. "I have to work today," I told her halfheartedly knowing it wouldn't do any good.
"Call in sick," she said. "Do you know where Mistmoore Park is?"
"Yeah." It was a small park near where I grew up.
"Good. Meet me in the parking lot there by 8 o'clock. And don't be late."
The line clicked dead and I sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes allowing different emotions to wash over me: fear, anger, nervous anticipation, and, yes, arousal. Whatever Megan had planned for me today was going to be humiliating. I also knew that, whatever it was, I was going to do it.
I reluctantly got to my feet and headed for the shower.
MISTMOORE PARK
I arrived at the parking lot a few minutes early and saw no sign of Megan yet. I got out of the car and walked around a bit, checking things out. I was relieved to see no one was around at the moment. Mistmoore was a small neighborhood park and its only amenities were a few picnic tables and barbecue grills. This was a good place to eat lunch or lie in the sun reading a book but the cool fall air and early morning hour weren't conducive to either right now. If this was where Megan wanted me to get naked it was definitely a different atmosphere than the packed Mariners game.
I leaned back against my car and took several deep breaths to calm my nerves. The silence was broken by the crunching of car tires on gravel and I turned to see Megan's familiar black SUV pull into the lot. Any momentary calmness I'd just gained was gone. I cursed myself inwardly again for about the thousandth time for allowing myself to fall under the control of this perverted bitch. The car's front doors opened on each side and I saw that she wasn't alone. Megan stepped out wearing a light sweatshirt, a pair of jeans, and a big smile on her face.
"Hello, Laurie!" she said brightly. "It's good to see you again." I didn't respond and eyed the man coming around the front of the SUV toward me. "You remember Dave don't you?" she asked. I nodded. He'd been the other cop with Megan on the night I was originally pulled over for drunk driving and had also been with her at the Mariners game. I was pretty sure he was Megan's boyfriend, which made getting me naked in front of him seem kind of weird.
"Hey Laurie," Dave said. "How've you been since the last time we saw you?"
"I've been better," I mumbled, and that was the truth. To say that my life had been nerve-wracking in the aftermath of the Mariner's game would be an understatement. Afterwards I'd been mortified by what I'd done and terrified that someone I knew might have seen me. Even worse I was afraid that my family might find out about it and I'd have to explain it to them without mentioning Megan, who had threatened me with all kinds of things if I ever told anyone about her.
The morning after my nude run I'd picked up both daily Seattle papers and nervously scanned the articles about the game. They each devoted a snarky paragraph to the female streaker who had interrupted the game in the seventh inning but I was relieved to see no mention of my name. After that I got on the internet and checked out a popular Mariners fan forum and found a long thread devoted to my streak. I was in full blush as I read play-by-play descriptions of it as well as lots of comments about my body, most of them good ones thankfully. Apparently Bret Boone had hit the game winning homerun off of Pedro Martinez right after my naked run so there were lots of jokes about the "Rally Streaker" and how the Mariners should hire me as the team mascot. One of the guys there posted a link to pictures of me that were already floating around the internet and I was relieved to see that they were taken from fairly high up in the stands and didn't show my face very well. I knew there had to be better pictures out there though.
I was a bundle of nerves my first day back at work thinking that my co-workers might have either seen me nude or had heard about the streak, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Neither did anyone in my family. After a week or two I began to relax a little although there was always an undercurrent of nervousness knowing that more nude photos of me could show up on the internet and that Megan could force me to do something like that again at anytime. And it looked like that time was now.
"Well," Megan said, "now that we've got the teary reunion out of the way what do you say we get started? Laurie, give your car keys to Dave."
"Why?" I asked and immediately wished that I hadn't.
"Because I told you to. The next time you question one of my orders you're going to regret it. Now give him the damn keys."
I pulled them out of my pocket and handed them to Dave who had something of a sympathetic look on his face. I'll bet he's been on the receiving end of Megan's temper a few times himself, I thought. He walked over and opened the trunk.