Having no choice in the matter, Molly walked between the two deputies back to her house. She felt the eyes on the townspeople on her bare back and legs and on her thong-framed asscheeks. Her face turned bright red. She kept her arms crossed over her wriggling, bouncing breasts as she walked. Despite her attempt to shield herself, the unsupported orbs bounced wildly. Molly kicked herself for not wearing a bra. A woman with her bust simply needed the support to be comfortable at all and she generally always wore one, regardless of how little else she was wearing or whether or not she had company. The only time she went without was when she was sleeping or bathing or changing clothes or making love, except she had done so today for some reason.

In addition to exposing almost every inch of her fair skin and perfectly curved body, Molly's half-stripping left her looking ridiculous. She was wearing red shoes, black socks and a tiny pink thong nestled between her tight cheeks and nothing else. She was hunched over as she walked between the deputies and her face was bright red. She wondered what was going to happen next. The fact that she was wearing revealing clothes wasn't the only or even the worst violation of what the newspaper had said the law would be. It was almost a trivial side detail compared to everything else. She waited and walked, hoping she would simply be left at home. She planned to leave town the next morning if the constables left her unguarded.