Nobody had an explanation as to why the women bank robbers would be nearly nude, but there also weren't many complaints about it. Soon the lone, brave guard pointing a gun at the two busty felons as he watched over them with an eagle eye, was joined by other helpful eyes.

Many, many pairs of them!

All of them watching to make sure the women didn't try anything that the men would miss out on, or would have a chance to participate in. There wasn't a man in the building who wasn't hoping for a chance to be hero by throwing himself onto one of the cuffed girls. Doing it only at risk of life and limb to prevent them from escaping of course.

The fire engine and police transport trucks arrived out in front of the bank at about the same time. It took the fire crew longer than usual to get things under hand. They had stopped first to offer their aid to the police as Leslie and Kay were loaded into the paddy wagon, not feeling sure the number of blue uniforms was equal to the task of securing this dangerous duo.

It took a good deal of wrestling. Most of with was forcing the men still straining to get a good look at the fabulously nude females back out of the truck, before the heavy doors clanged shut and were locked.

Kay and Leslie sat opposite each other, hands still cuffed behind their backs, and there was a police officer sitting next to each of them.

The truck was hardly in gear before Kay turned toward the officer assigned to guard her. "You know it really wasn't our fault." Her lower lip was trembling slightly. Making her look so sad and troubled, softly innocent. "And it's so cold sitting here like this."

Leslie leaned back against the wall of the truck, her eyes scrunching closed. Oh God, she thought. Here it comes.

"I'm so very, very cold." Kay's soft eyes were silently pleading with the patrol man. "Are they turning blue yet?" Her body had turned at the waist and Kay was thrusting both of her exposed breasts directly at the man.