[hail2thechief]

PART X: A REALLY LONG, MIS-PROPORTIONED ENDING

This is particular news reporter had worked his way up. Not long ago he was doing special interest stories, like ones about local high school lacrosse teams. Now he out on the streets, but in the way a homeless person is, rather the way a roving reporter is, and he had just stumbled upon what he thought was compelling television.

Our reporter, Sinclair Raleigh Jr., son of a professor, ran across the street, his cameraman following close behind. At that very moment, Lacey was hanging out the window of her own home, trying to get in and be done with the worst day of her life. What Mr. Raleigh saw was a criminal, a break-in, a real-life caught-in-the-act. To his credit, it was raining damn hard, so any lazy reporter might make the same mistake.

“Okay, starting filming, get ready, come on,” he said to the cameraman, now standing just outside the lawn of Lacey’s house.

Lacey’s arms were getting sore. To make matters worse, her wiggling had pulled her shirt up, and thanks to the branch in her back she couldn’t get it back down over her midriff. That’s when the noticed the two men from before. What are they doing here she thought, and why aren’t they helping me.

Yelling was useless through the rain. Her cries of help went deaf to their ears. Lacey looked down at her completely revealed stomach. The trail of bare skin going further south than she ever wanted; her pants didn’t have long. Lacey didn’t want to look, but she could feel the brim of her pants at a temporary rest, just about the very spot so many many eyes had gazed upon already today.

“Sinclair Raleigh reporting through the gruesome weather where we have stumbled upon a home burglary in progress. If you look just left of the tree, we seem to have our culprit caught up on the window. We have notified the authorities and they should be here immediately. Zoom back there if you can.”

Meanwhile, back at the auditorium, students who could care less about the news were staring wide-eyed and crowding the first few rows, recognizing the suspected criminal dangling from a window and watching with full concentration Tara’s eyes grew the widest. “Oh my god.” This was definitely ‘Breaking News.’

A roar filled the room. The camera’s zoom revealed Lacey more covered than the last time they saw her, but nearing another disaster. The few teachers that had stuck around to chaperone were sitting idly in the back chatting amongst themselves.

Mr. Raleigh looked back at the criminal, taking note that the perp’s pants were close to falling off. Amused, he figured if they actually came off, people at home would be talking about his report for weeks. Nothing too bad about showing a girl in her underwear on TV he reasoned. They show stuff much worse any night of the week.

“As you can see, our perp is struggling to keep some of her clothes on. Maybe she should have thought of wearing a belt before she decided to burgle this friendly neighborhood home,” he said, smiling at the camera. "Let’s see what happens."

Lacey saw the camera man’s arms rise. The camera was pointed directly at her.
“STOP FILMING!” she tried. But nothing. “NO STOP. PPPPLLEEEASSEEEE.” But again they couldn’t hear her. The onslaught of rain was starting to be too much.

“Get a shot of her underwear, it’s gonna be great for TV, just zoom in,” Raleigh instructed.

Lacey used the last of her might to try and pull herself up, but it was useless. The pants were too heavy now, and her attempt to fight gravity was a losing cause. Her pants dipped, and once in motion, they never stopped.

Lacey felt the rough stitching of the jeans caress her legs like a feather on their way down, little by little, tickling her legs. Mid-thigh quickly turned to knee-high. Lacey squirmed, doing anything she could, raising her knees, twisting, spreading her legs, but it was no use; it was a losing battle. The pants inched down to her feet then took the plunge and collapsed into a pile on the ground. Her hairless womanhood was again on full display. And the cold, unrelenting rain hitting every last spot, a million little reminders of her lack of clothing.

“DON’T FILM MEEEE!!!” she tried again. But the cameraman remained in place. “STTOOPPP,” she moaned, kicking her legs frantically, inadvertently showing all the viewers at home her bare anatomy.

She regretted ever listening to Cory, at least then she would be slightly covered. But no, now she was in the most compromised position imaginable, praying that the news members would stop and help her. Still, the cameraman wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was right-- He zoomed in closer before finally realizing the girl was without panties.

“HOLY SHIT!” he yelled, realizing what he’d just sent across TVs everywhere. Mr. Sinclair looked back and saw the same thing. “Oh my gosh! She’s naked! Cut the feed! Jesus Christ!”

Lacey heard the orders. What the hell did that mean? Were they actually telecasting this? She thought they were just filming. Had even more people seen her? And now, even more compromised than before, powerless to cover up for so long, throwing her legs around to retain some iota of decency. She found herself on the verge of tears once again.

The students couldn’t believe their luck. Lacey, one of the nicest, most innocent and sweet girls at school, one who they’d never seen dress anything close to sl*tty, was being televised completely naked from her stomach down. And only hours after they’d seen the same view in person.

“Wow, she must be the most unlucky girl in the world,” one girl said.
Tara, standing next to the girl, nodded her head.

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Will Lacey get down from the free? What happened to Cory? Did Lacey remember to get her homework assignments after missing class? These are the questions you want answered. Will they be answered?????!!!!!! Ehh...eventually.