As the couple pulled into the driveway they noticed automobile lights coming up behind them. Michael quickly pulled the car into its parking space, but before he could even bring the vehicle to a stop and turn the engine off, the dark sedan had pulled up behind them.
They had only been to their secluded mountain getaway a short time. This was their big weekend. They had been cooped up all winter long, and were desperate to get out of their house and have a little fun. Arriving a little earlier in the day, the couple had only been inside the cabin long enough to bring their bags in, change, and set out for the nightclub, in the town a few miles down the road.
Wondering who had come to visit them, Michael and Taylor remained seated in their vehicle. As he turned off the ignition they looked back through the car's frosty rear window. They could make out the shape of a large man as he stepped out of his car. Whoever he was, the man was leaving his motor running and the lights on. Taylor could see, out of the passenger side mirror, the man was walking to her side of the car. She could also see the dark figure carrying a flashlight. "Ah oh, I think it's the cops," she said as she rolled down the window.
"Good evening," the man said as he stood slightly behind the passenger door. "I need to see your identification and proof of insurance."
Taylor could feel the cool night air on her face as a slight breeze blew through the open window. She clutched at the long fur coat she was wearing, pulling it tight around her chest. The evening darkness and the shining beam of the flashlight obscured her view of the officer. She could tell he was a tall man, dressed in a suit and tie. He was obviously a detective or plain-clothes officer. "Hello," she replied. "Is there anything wrong sir?"
Taylor squinted as the man shined the flashlight into the vehicle, first looking in the back seat, then to the front. "I noticed you weaving back down the road," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "May I see some identification?" he again asked.
Having had a few drinks that evening, Taylor turned and stumbled through her purse, searching for her driver's license. Michael on the other hand was fully in control of his senses and quickly leaned across his wife and presented the officer his wallet.
"Can you take the driver's license out of the wallet sir?" the man asked. Michael quickly responded, answering "Sorry. Of course."
Still searching through her purse Taylor was startled when the officer opened the passenger side door and asked, "Ma'am, will you step out of the vehicle?"
Stunned Taylor reached upwards, pulling the collar of the coat around her neckline. "Did we do something wrong officer?" she asked.
The man shined his light to the car's center console, revealing the wasted remains of a marijuana joint lying in plain view. Though inebriated, the woman had gathered herself together enough to feel a sense of dread as she looked at the joint. Complying with the man's wishes she slowly stepped out of the car, again clutching the fur coat at the neckline and at the waist.
Leaning down the officer looked through the passenger door at Michael. "Sir, I need you to step out of the car and walk around to the front," he ordered. Michael slowly opened the door and complied with the officer's command, walking to the front of his car and placing his hands on he hood.
"How much have you had to drink tonight," the officer asked Taylor.
"Just a few," she replied as she stumbled slightly to her right. The officer reached out, grabbing her right arm, and steadied her. "And I don't remember smoking anything," She said with a pouting, childlike voice. "It's just a little roach. Could you let us slide this time officer?"
Showing no emotion the officer looked back inside the car and asked, "Is that your purse Ma'am?"
Taylor paused for a second. She could now see the officer better. He was a well-built man probably just over six feet in height. She could tell that he was in shape with broad shoulders and dark wavy hair. "Yes," she replied in a seemingly frustrated tone.
In a commanding voice the officer ordered, "I need to see inside ma'am. I want you two to put your hands on the hood of the car and not move." Taylor turned to the front of the car, putting one hand on the vehicle's hood, but continued to clutch her coat with the other. "I said both hands on the car," the officer barked.
The woman took a deep breath and turned to the officer. "You see, I have a problem," she whispered. She began to blush as she attempted to explain to the officer that she was not wearing anything under her coat. The couple was an adventurous sort, always playing little games and daring each other. They had had several adventures, her tying him up and teasing him, him once giving her a list of tasks to perform at a swingers club, including having her gain ten male autographs on various parts of her body, then drawing one of the names and giving the winner head. They had always played little games like that and this night was no different.
