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They were so tighly applied I could see marks from them several days afterward. As I was led to the car, the plainclothed policeman made a comment causing the crowd, which by this time, had gathered inside and outside the theatre to renew their giggling. Apparently my humiliation was much better to be seen that the movie they had paid to view!

In the police car, I could control myself no longer. I cried. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face and, because of the hand- cuffs, I had no way to wipe them.

After what seemed ages, we reached the dingy police station and I had to endure the torment of being stared and giggled at all over again.

I was led to a large room and was interoogated by three policemen who wrote notes as I spoke. I tried again to explain that I was not homosexual, as they no doubt thought, that I was married and the father of three children. The policemen found this very hard to believe until they found my wallet going through my purse. They actually passed it around looking at my collection of family photos and my membership cards to several professional organizations. The atmosphere became less hostile then and one of the policemen showed his sympathy by unlocking the handcuffs.

Nonetheless, I was photographed both with and without my wig, fingerprinted and booked for violating the city morals code. I was taken to an office where a detective read me my rights, just like you see on television, and asked if I would cooperate by signing a confession which had been prepared from my earlier discussion with the three policemen. I signed, I was then told that I would remain in jail overnight and go to court the next day.

For the second time that horrible night, I begged. The exposure would have totally ruined me. I asked, with tears again flowing down my face, if there was any alternative.

The detective looked at me for a long time and finally said that if I could pay a $100 bond and could get transportation back to my own car, which was still in the theatre parking lot, I could go. I did not have $100 in cash and my checkbook was in the motel room. The policeman gave me the telephone number of a local bondsman and,

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