I had sort of a date with Officer Yummy last Friday. It wasn’t really a “date” as he came in to the bar while I was working and I was too busy to visit, but he stayed until closing time and then offered to “see me home”. Since my trailer is all of 50 yards from the back door of the bar, it didn’t take rocket science to figure out what he wanted.
We were doing the usual, getting hot and heavy on the couch, when he said something about how much I was going to enjoy his “nightstick”. Ymmm. The only thing was that I wasn’t feeling any insistent bulge when we were making out. My imagination maybe?
Nope, not my imagination. We got into the bedroom with him telling me how his “nightstick” was going to take me for a ride and all. Well. His “nightstick” was about the length and width of my thumb, and I have small hands! I tried not to laugh out loud, but he saw my face. The next thing I knew his “nightstick” was shooting all over on it’s own and all I could do was fall back on the bed in a giggle fit.
I think he was still zipping up when he hit the door. All I can say is that I’m grateful he’d already fixed that ticket for me since it sure wasn’t going to happen now!
