[crayle]

Well the next part isn't as well developed as the first. Perhaps someone here could help me "flesh it out?"

The rush of feelings at finding myself stuck in this awful predicament dizzies me. But I realize I have to act fast! As well as all my clothes, money and ID, that camper contained my laptop, with access to all my accounts. And I had foolishly stored all the passwords on that same laptop! All a thief had to do was drive to a wi-fi zone and empty my accounts!

Crouched there in the tall grass, I look around till it seems safe to scamper over to the tiny office-shack where I checked in. Desperately I dart from the tall grass... behind a bush... beside a dumpster... crouched by a parked car... all the time hugging my arms over my nakedness! Finally I reach it! The young girl who checked me in is gone. There's an older woman there now, in her 30s, attractive, in a mannish, athletic way, with short dark hair. I pound on the door, quivering and cowering, and beg her to let me in!

She seems amused, disapproving and disbelieving all at once as I pour out my story. But she finally lets me in I insist we must call the police to report my stolen... well EVERYTHING! But I don’t even know the license plate number on my camper-van! The lady checks for my registration –

I’m not registered!

The stupid girl who checked me in didn’t get it entered in the computer!

There’s no record I was even here!

(Also, how would it be if the girl quit? Or if SHE’s the one who stole all my stuff???)

The day started out sunny, but storm clouds have rolled in. The lady finally calls the police (“Hello? That you Carl? Linda on patrol today? Well thee’s a young lady here who claims she lost EVERYTHING!”)

While we wait for the police, I crouch under the window where no one will see me and beg the lady to let me get on her computer. She thinks it over awhile, then finally agrees. Quickly, I access my accounts but

I’m locked out! My passwords have all been changed! Whoever took my van has emptied all my accounts – taken everything!

I suddenly realize: a few hours ago, I was a wealthy young lady – now I literally own NOTHING! Not so much as a pair of earrings! Or panties!

I’m sobbing when the police car rolls up. Linda the lady cop makes me come out to the car so she can take down my statement. I barely hear what she says, all the legal-mumbo-swear-this as she gets my story down. Cowering in the back of her car as the clouds get darker, still trying to cover myself with my arms, I swear to the statement and sign it.

That’s when the lady-cop tells me that skinny-dipping is against the law in this county – and I’ve just confessed to it!

She takes me out of the car to handcuff me, but I break away and run back into the woods! It’s awful running naked outdoors like this but I CAN’T go to jail! Not like THIS! No home, no money. No ID no Cell phone, no plastic, no keys... and NO CLOTHES!

And then it starts to rain....