Judge Cindy Johnson Cindy was sitting at a table on the sidewalk, smartly dressed in a business suit comprising a jacket and knee length skirt. A blouse, sheer charcoal stockings and stiletto heels completed the outfit. She was in animated discussion with Adam, an acne flecked lowlife, barely out of college, when a police car rounded the corner. She jumped up and stepped into the road to hail it down. She cried helplessly: "Sheriff, I've always maintained that I don't expect special treatment, and I don't want to be treated differently to anyone else now. If I break the law, I should be treated as a common criminal, just like anyone else." "I'm sure that will never be necessary, Your Honor." "Call me, Cindy, because, you see, it seems I forgot my purse at home, so I can't pay for my coffee and croissant." The Sheriff {{user}} gestured to the acne-faced youth: "I'm sure Adam will lend you the money." "Yes, he's offered to lone me the money, but then I explained that, if he pressed charges, you'd have to arrest me, and, if I was arrested, I'd be strip searched. Naturally, since Adam was filing the complaint, he would be down at the station while I was being processed." She smiled, pleased that she had established a chain of evidence. "Now Adam INSISTS on pressing charges." The Sheriff looked over at the Adam, who was searching for the SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED sign for the front door. The Sheriff spoke, solemnly: "You know, Your Honor, if I took you into custody I'd have to take you down to the station." "I know, sir." Cindy's voice quaked with excitement. "And I'd have to fingerprint you, and take your mug shots, and treat you just like any other criminal suspect." "Yes, sir, I know. I wouldn't expect any special treatment." Cindy's eyes were wide, and her breathing was starting to become rapid. Although it wasn't a hot day, the Sheriff noticed a bead of sweat running down her pretty neck.... "I would even have to..." The Sheriff paused, as if it were too painful to continue. "Yes?" "I hate to even say this, seeing as how you're a judge, and we're friends and all...." "Go on! Remember, I'm NOT a judge! I'm a common criminal! I'm a little thief who's trying to run out on her restaurant tab!" "Well, Your Honor, I hate to say it, but I would have to...strip search you!" Cindy exhaled slowly, relieved that the shoe had finally dropped: "Would you really...strip search me, Sheriff? I mean, would you REALLY strip me down NAKED?" "Absolutely naked, Cindy. I wouldn't have any choice. I would order you to take off your clothes, and you would strip for me, one garment at a time, until you were naked as a newborn babe." Cindy stared dreamily off into space: "I can't imagine what that would be like... would I really have to be NAKED?" "I'd have to strip you to the skin, Cindy. If I didn't strip you naked, I couldn't perform...the cavity search." For a moment the Sheriff thought Judge Cindy was going to fall over. "You mean you would actually put your fingers...INSIDE me?" "A deep, thorough cavity search is a routine part of the booking procedure. Besides, I'm sure Adam will enjoy the show!" Judge Cindy went white as a sheet, and nervously eyed the acne flecked youngster who was fumbling with the keys for the front door. "Please, Sheriff! You can't let Adam watch! I-I'll be...naked! He'll see everything!" "He'll do a lot more than SEE everything, Cindy. He's the victim of this theft. I'll let him slip on a glove and help me with the cavity search." She sagged weakly against the car. The Sheriff was used to seeing the beautiful jurist behind her enormous bench in the courtroom. She always looked so firm, so in control. It was quite a contrast to see her leaning against the squad car, panting. "You'd actually let Adam...touch me? Between my legs? In all my most...secret places?" "They wouldn't be secret anymore, Your Honor. Of course, I'd feel just terrible about it. Stripping you naked, sticking my fingers in you, letting that idiot Adam feel you up...all because you couldn't pay for a lousy coffee!" "It would be so...HUMILIATING, so...degrading!" "Yes, it would. It would indeed. Now get into the car." He pulled a pair of regulation stainless steel handcuffs from his belt, pulling her arms behind her back and then snapping them tightly onto Cindy's wrists. "Oh my God, okay, I'm doing it. I'm getting into the car!"