Law

They only had seconds to react to the flashers, but by the time an inquisitive flashlight beam swept the back seat, they were sitting up straight, on opposite sides of the car. Jimmy, squinting at the bright light, cranked the window down.

“License and registration, son,” said the deep voice behind the light. He took the cards and examined them, giving the teens some respite. The cop handed back the papers and looked at the far end of the back seat. “And who’s your friend?”

“It’s me, Sergeant Mason,” piped the girl in the corner. "Emma."

“Emma Grant? Well, I’ll be. You surely done growed a bit. Your momma know you’re parkin’ at the quarry?”

“We’re not parking… we’re just, like, talking.”

“I may not know much about girls’ fashion, Miss Emma, but I’m pretty sure the panties still go under the dress.” The flashlight beam picked out a pair of pink bikini panties on the floor by her feet. “Well, you two best run along now, hear?”

The Sergeant watched the teens scramble into the front seat and drive away. He walked back to the cruiser, climbed in, and killed the flashers. “Now where were we, Patrolwoman Lee?” he said, opening his trousers.

“Suckin’ some superior dick, I do believe.” She bent over from the passenger seat and got busy.

“Damn fool kids,” muttered the Sergeant, “Occupyin’ our spot.”

— Frenulum