Personal Narrative: What The Police Called A Private Room

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After Barbara was taken to jail, she was taken into what the police called a “private room.” A cop took the handcuffs off of Barbara’s wrists, and told her she needed to be searched. Barbara pointed out that she was patted down before she was handcuffed, and the cop told her it was ANOTHER type of search. It didn’t take Barbara five seconds to realize she was going to be strip searched. Barbara asked the cop if he didn’t expect the police commissioner’s own daughter to strip naked in front of another cop, but the cop told her to shut up and strip. Barbara sighed and took off her cape. Then she took off her gloves and boots, revealing her bare feet and hands. Then she started to take off the entire suit, but hesitated. She wasn’t wearing a bra

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