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   Lights, Toyota, No Action!

   Just how many ways are there to put one's own self into a prison, I idly
asked myself as I considered the situation.  I didn't even have my shirt
on, and my waist down was covered by a blanket that likely should have been
retired somewhere along the time when they were mustering out mules from
the Army.

   But to scramble for clothing at this time would be foolish, not under
the brillian lights of the sheriff's Blazer.  Any moment now, they'd be
walking up, and here I was naked as the day I was born.

   Terri, sitting in the driver's seat, had her hands up on the wheel, and
was staring straight ahead.  Lucky her; this was a
'special-spur-of-the-moment' birthday treat for me.  My first blowjob.  And
really, she couldn't have picked a better place to do it.  The lights of
the city below were simply wonderful.  Or rather, they were until we got
blinded by much closer lights.

   She even planned it so that the normal contingent of teenagers was
already gone from the outlook.  We were alone, I was having a ball, she was
having a ball, and along comes the fuzz to just mess everything up.  Ha! 
Least they got a chance to come.

   A delicate tap on Terri's window, and she reached down to carefully
lower the window.  You never know these days, some of these deputies have
fingers that are just eager to be itchy on a trigger.  She smiled brightly
into the glare of a Maglight.  As if more light was really needed at this
point.

   "Evening ma'am," said the deputy, as his partner came up on my side of
the car.  He flashed his light over into my eyes, then down my body.  I
didn't know what he thought about it, couldn't see anything, much less a
facial expression.  "Could I see your driver's license, registration and
proof of insurance please?"

   "Sure thing," replied Terri, and she reached over, knocked the glove box
into my knee, and fished around for the required paperwork.  The partner
helped her out a bit, using his light to assist.  Like the glove box's
light was feable.

   Requested paperwork delivered, the deputy said he'd be back in a moment.
The partner decided that he wanted in on this conversational action, so he
tapped on my window.  I rolled it down carefully, because the damn
religious (it's holey, ok?) blanket kept getting caught in the handle.

   Again, the wonderful treatment of an eye examination at 12,000
candlepower.  "Evening folks," he began with a nice drawl.  I bet he
practiced that every day before he became a deputy too.  We mumbled
something or another, I really was just making verbal noises, and I suspect
Terri was as well.

   "You know what's down that road," he asked.

   Terri and I looked at each other in confusion.  I took the bull by the
horn and bit at the question.  "Uhh, well, you go long enough, you'll reach
Mount Baldy Village."

   Must have been a wrong answer.  Damn.  "There's a prison camp down that
way, and if someone were to escape, they might just come up on you two, and
decide to do some stuff to steal your car."

   I bit back my retort - someone who tried to attack Terri might have the
opportunity to have his balls sewn back on.  I mean, science has really
advanced over the years.  I think she was on her third martial art now,
having reached the top tiers in the other two already.  Instead, I replied
like an idiot.  "You don't say..."

   I definitely got on the wrong side with that comment.  "Is there anyone
else in the car with you?" He flashed the light around the car, like I
wouldn't give an honest answer.

   Meanwhile I think I turned about nine shades of pink.  I actually
squeaked out, mind you, my response.  "I sure hope not, officer." That was
it..  Terri just started giggling, and nervous laughter started coming from
me, and I was cringing inside, expecting to be hauled out and whapped
around a few times by that five-cell light the deputy was holding.

   Evidently he found it to be a bit of joke too; these guys would have to
be complete morons not to have an idea what was going on before they drove
up, and he gave a gruff chuckle.

   The other deputy saddled on up to Terri's window and handed over the
paperwork, telling her to have a nice evening.  And as the deputies were
getting back into their off-road vehicle, some wild guffawing was heard on
Terri's side of the car.  I guess the partner told him what I said.  Ahh,
shit, that's probably going to be passed around the station for the next
couple generations, damn it.

   The lights turned off, and they drove off onto the road and around one
of the many curves, and Terri was still chuckling as she turned the
ignition key.

   By the time we reached civilization, I was dressed once again, the
offending blanket was returned to the back seat, and the honor of
retirement after yet another recall to service.  She dropped me off at my
house with a kiss and a hug and that was that.  I never did get my birthday
present.
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