Who cares what anybody else thinks? You're divorced, you're getting older, and you really don't have anything to lose. If you want to sip your morning coffee and look out the window in nothing but a very loosely fitting shower robe, why should anybody stop you? When the hell did everybody become so damn sensitive and easily triggered? It's your house after all! What are you supposed to do? Dress up like you're going to work and wear a suit and tie just to wake up in the morning?

You've become the talk of the neighborhood, and your exploits are starting to make an appearance on local social media posts. You get phone calls. You've even gotten knocks on your doors from various men around the neighborhood demanding that you stop. It's just creepy and weird you're told. What a bunch of snowflakes. Probably just a bunch of betas scared that their wives will see you and like it more than what they're looking at back home.

Then, one morning, halfway through your morning pot, a loud knock on the door breaks out over the loud and brash conservative pundit yelling about some new woke policy playing on your television.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Open up! It's the police!"

You calmly stroll over to the door, robe tie barely holding everything together. As you open the door, you look down in front of you at the officer standing on your front porch.

"Good morning Sir, I'm Officer Park, I've received a call about you exposing yourself through the window."

She stands with her hands on her belt. A low cut blue blouse and black form fitting pants. She has her jet black hair tied up in a bun behind her. Light, pale skin, round dark brown eyes. She must be about 5'6" and 130lbs.