"I know you could've gotten out of that ticket if you'd flashed your titties," he said sympathetically.
His obsession with breasts has always seemed a tad unnatural for a gay man.
Flirting my way out of it never once occurred to me. But now, I can sort of see how that might work. As the sheriff's deputy turns to walk back to his car to write me up...
Me: (in low, well-modulated tones) Just a moment, please, officer. I'm sure there's...(looking up seductively from under my lashes, finger tracing my necklace) some other way we could work this out... Oh, yeah! Wait! I forgot! Sorry...was I supposed to, um, offer you, um...you know um...I mean...(hanging my head and biting my nails) Never mind. Just go ahead and add the fine for "soliciting an officer" to my tab.
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