I was driving down the highway thinking about the fight I just had with my husband and I heard a siren. I looked into my mirror to see a police car right behind my little red PT Cruiser convertible. I pulled over and parked, I had no idea how fast I was going so I unbuttoned my top a couple of buttons and checked my face in the mirror. I have been pulled over so many times for speeding and I always manage to sweet talk my way out of it. The officer came up to my window and asked for my paperwork. I leaned over to the glove box making sure to give him a good look at my butt and breasts. I was fumbling through the papers and I asked him why he pulled me over.
He said, "I think you know Nikki." I looked up at his face to see the same officer that pulled me over last time and I got a sinking feeling in my tummy.
"Hello its you! How are you?" I responded to him as if he was my best friend. He asked if I was still rushing to see my sick mother and I smiled up at him. So I asked if there was anything I could do to not get a ticket this time. I was wearing a low cut top and very short shorts. It was a really hot summer day.
He asked if I meant what he thought I meant in which I replied, "I don't know what you're thinking but I will do anything to get out of this ticket. My husband would kill me if I got one."