Sheriff George Reynolds couldn't believe his good fortune. One of his deputies, Carl, had set up the gorgeous brunette, Vivian, for a sting, knowing that the 26-year-old assistant manager of the local branch bank had bought a bag of marijuana while back at Kansas U. last weekend in Lawrence and was splitting it with a young female teller that Carl had dated.
Carl said the clerk told her Vivian had gone to the campus to break off her relationship with a professor there and would buy some pot from an old contact at the school. She wanted something to ease the pain of the breakup after learning the prof had taken up with a young co-ed.
It was a Sunday and the two were meeting at Jefferson Park before sunset for the exchange, just down the street from the local high school.
Reynolds had parked his patrol car partially obscured behind a hedge near the park exit and used the video camera on the dashboard to record the exchange. Vivian, dressed in cutoffs and a loose T-shirt, sat on a park bench and after the teller approached and sat alongside, Vivian took a plastic bag from her pocket and removed a handful of pot, placing it in another bag and taking some bills from the young woman. Both then walked to their cars parked nearby, the teen pulling away as Vivian stood near her car and waved bye before getting inside and driving toward the exit.
Abruptly, he pulled his squad car across the gateway, blocking the road with patrol lights flashing and Vivian's car came to a quick stop and he saw her lean toward the passenger side of her sedan.
The chubby sheriff bounded from his car, yanking her driver's side door open. "Get out, right now!" he shouted and a flustered Vivian unstrapped her seat belt and stepped outside. The sheriff reached between the seats and found the bag of pot. "Miss, you are in big trouble, get in the front seat of the patrol car."
In a daze, Vivian walked toward the patrol car, the sheriff a step behind watching every move of her curved bottom straining at the tight blue jean cutoffs.
He shut the door behind her, admiring the tanned, athletic legs of the 5-foot-8 woman, well toned from hours on the tennis court.
Reynolds got into the driver's side, started the car and backed it up off the roadway, partially behind the hedge again.
"Officer, it's only a small bag," she stammered, fists clenched in nervousness.
"Small, maybe, but watch this monitor miss," he said, replaying the park bench scene on the small screen attached to the dashboard camera. "That, sweetheart, is a drug sale, and you're within 1,000 feet of a school. You know what that means?" he asked, gripping her chin in his pudgy fingers and forcing her to look into his scowling face. Before she could reply, he released her, leaving finger marks on her soft skin. "Felony, minimum three years in jail, and that's the absolute minimum."
Vivian began sobbing, her firm breasts heaving beneath the T-shirt as he reached to eject a mini-disc from the camera and placed it in an envelope along with the small bag of pot.
"This evidence in the envelope is going to the district attorney's office." he said as small tears rolled down her cheeks, now turning crimson as she continued to sob softly, covering her face with her hands.
"Tell you what, and this is just between you and me, honey. You can have your life ruined with this felony charge. A story in the paper, 3 years in the slammer, but I'll give you one chance and one chance only."
A glimmer of hope appeared in her tear-stained eyes as she looked at his face, the scowl now replaced by a wicked, tight-lipped smile. "You be my slut girlfriend for a full month and I'll give the envelope back, pot and all. After a month, I'll be tired of screwing you and I'll need something fresh. Even a hot babe like you bores me after a while."
