CalifChick
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Joined: 10/28/2007 From: California Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: cjan Thanks so much for the wank fodder, Cali. I can't begin to tell ya how many variations of your story have, ummm, run through my head now. Me in the cop suit of courrse. Well, lemme give you a hand (figuratively speaking, of course). Small town Louisiana, I lived in Lake Chuck, the dude lived across the lake in Sulphur. After dark, I was coming down off the 210 bridge on the far side, and I'm sure it was only momentum that was causing my excess speed coming down (the bridge is a tall bridge). Damn officer was sitting in the dark at the bottom of the bridge. He flips his lights, I pulled off to the shoulder. I flipped open the bottom of the raincoat, so that you could see the stockings and the garter attachment. Roll down the window and wait. He shines his flashlight on my face, then sweeps it down... and keeps it there. There was discussion of my speed, of having other things on my mind (funny how a girl wiggles in her seat when discussing such things), confessions of being afraid of being pulled over and having to explain why I'm practically naked (said in the most innocent of voices), him explaining that as long as I was covered they did not differentiate between a coat and a dress, and me boldly asking him if he was going to be there when I came back thru in a couple of hours so that I would be sure to speed up a little so he could stop me again. His parting words were something to the effect of, "I prefer white stockings". Cali
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AKA "The Undisputed Goddess of Sarcasm", "Big Bad Cali" and "Yum Bum". Advisor to the Subbie Mafia, founding member of the W.A.C. and the Judgmental Bitches Brigade, member of the Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's and Team Troll
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