Just pulled an all-nighter on duty, and now all I want is to unwind. Back in the locker room, I noticed two buttons are missing from my uniform shirt. Wonder which mischievous policewoman did it? Her perfume still lingers in the air—a wild, musky scent. She'd better come explain herself in person, and maybe use her furry paws to take my measurements for a new one. Or, maybe she should just skip the shirt altogether.