The Spice of Life

“It’s a slow one today,” Officer Braggs pointed out.  “It’s probably going to be an even slower night at home.” 

Officer Rooney chuckled.  “Alice holding out on you again?”

“She’s more content watching The Bachelor.  Hold on … I think we have a speeder.”  Braggs turned on the siren and started the car.

The black sedan acquiesced to the roaring siren of the police car approaching from behind.

“I’ll take this one,” Rooney said.  As he neared the sedan, he noticed the driver was female.  “Ma’am, I need your driver’s license and registration.”

“Was I speeding, officer?”  The driver cooed.

“Indeed you were, ma’am.”

“Ma’am sounds so formal,” she flirted.  “Please, call me …”

Rooney continued, ignoring her dalliance.  “Ma’am, you were doing sixty in a fifty mile zone.  I’m going to have to ticket you.”

“If I get another ticket my husband will kill me!”  The driver lamented.

“I’m sorry ma’am.”  Rooney grew impatient; he hated when drivers tried to get out of a speeding ticket.

“Isn’t there anything I can do, officer?”  She slipped closer to the door, revealing what was a black lace bra.

Rooney inhaled deeply.  He has to admit she was sexy and that wide-eyed gaze of hers was a complete turn on.  No!  He admonished himself.  He wasn’t about to be duped by the damsel in distress routine, and reached for the pen secured on his duty belt.

“Officer!”  The driver made one last attempt.  “Is that a gun in your holster or are you just happy to see me?”

“That’s enough, Linda!  Go home.  We’re not doing this anymore.”

“Fine, Frank!”  She hissed.  “So much for spicing things up.” 

As Frank Rooney walked back to the squad car, he wished his wife were more like Alice.  This role-playing stuff was not for him.


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