Whitelock into his office and stood back from his desk with her feet shoulder width apart. “Excuse me young lady,” the policeman said, “what do you think you are doing?”
“Let me handle this Angie.” Mr. “Are there any separate rules for public buildings?” Angie asked. She got on with drying her hair whilst Tom rushed to get dressed. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court.”
Poor Angie was quaking in her boots, well she would have been if she’d been wearing any. It was only as she was walking out that she thought how stupid it was to go to the toilet to get dressed. So you want me to strip you out there?”
“Yes please sir.”
“Is that some sort of symbolic thing, why don’t you just strip yourself?”
“I thought that if you did it everyone would know that you are happy for girls to be naked in the office.”
“That’s true Angie but I can’t see Mandy stripping, can you?”
Angie laughed a little then replied,
“No sir, she’s a bit too straight laced, but there again that could just be a professional front that she puts on.”
“If it is she’s good at it, she keeps it up even after a few drinks.
