My High School girlfriend and I were parked on a dead end street in the hills with a view over our city. It was a popular make-out spot. One night we were the only ones there and a real nazi of a Sheriff drove up shined his light on us, took our ID info and generally made us feel unloved. We were still dressed at the time, thank goodness, though my GF had her bra and shirt off and quickly put the latter back on.
I can still remember the officer saying, "How do I know he wasn't raping you?". In retrospect, I can believe he probably had teenage daughters of his own and was being a dad. As a father of two girls, I completely forgive him now but thought he was a real prick at the time.
Oh my, brings back memories of good times. This was the the same girlfriend (and the same ginormous Chrysler) I wrote about in my blog piece about sex in a drive-in in 1972.