I was driving on a quiet, lonely road, when out of no where, and for no reason, an officer pulls me over, walks to the car, looks at me in a peculiar way, which concerns me, yet arouses me!
I ask what did I do wrong, and he tells me I was speeding, about 35 miles over the limit. I politely reject that, telling him I KNOW I was not.
"Are you going to argue with me, honey? he says.... "Don't think I would hesitate to bust your ass for such insolence!!!"
"But officer, I SWEAR to you, I was not speeding." At this point I get quite nervous, wondering what the hell is going on.
I see him looking down my blouse, and wished now that the buttons were all done, instead of the first two being open. Then his eyes travel to my skirt, which is mid thigh length, and hiked up a little so I drive more comfortably.
"Look," he says, " You were doing 80 in a 55. and you will be punished for that!
"Punished for what?" I ask, starting to get angry as well as afraid!
"If you want to argue with me, I can have another officer here in a heartbeat, and we'll take you in for resisting arrest!"
"What the hell do you mean resisting arrest? You haven't even--- " and then it dawns on me....