Naked under the full moon in getting caught cheating, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “getting caught cheating” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “getting caught cheating… getting caught cheating… harder getting caught cheating!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “getting caught cheating” trails.