A New Day, A New You part 12 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 12

... secretary did for me.” I leave on that note and head back to my condo in my car feeling especially good. I figure it’s a good night to have one of my ladies over and send out a message for a meeting at my place, not five minutes later I get a negative reply. No harm but I try again and the same thing a short time after. I send nine separate invitations off and get turned down each time and I’m half a bottle of wine in when I figure I should just go meet a woman out and let her come back with me. I dress up for the occasion and check my hair, still not thinning, and in my car head to a local jazz club. Problems come not immediately but a few blocks from the club I see red and blue flashing lights behind me and pull over. I’m calm as I had the officer my license and registration and wait calmly as he leaves to run the information through his system before returning to my window. “Sir, step out of the car please,” he instructs and now I’m confused. “Excuse me officer,” I ask turning to face him. “Sir, step out of the car,” he says backing up a step. I open my door and step out of my Audi and move to where he points. I see he has a small black box with a tube coming out of it in his hand and he holds it up to my face. “Sir I’m going to administer a breathalyzer test to you, before I do so I have to ask you if you’ve been drinking tonight,” he says and I nod a little,” Sir do you want to consent to your admission of driving while impaired?” “What does that mean,” I ask now upset ...

... and more confused. “Sir that means that by law we are to take you into custody and have your vehicle impounded at the station lot where in you will spend the next twelve hours,” the officer states and I nod confused. I am placed in handcuffs and taken into the station where I’m not processed by their system so much as taken to a cell and shown a cot to lay on. I settle down and collect my thoughts, they didn’t write me a ticket, and they didn’t even read me my rights. They have me here to sober up and I figure I’ll be stuck till the morning and try to settle in on the poor mattress. I’m awoken by an officer saying my name as he unlocks the door and from there I’m led to a desk where a woman in uniform hands me back my wallet and keys. I get walked to the station parking lot where my car is waiting and thank the officer before I’m warned about further driving under the influence. I’m back in my vehicle and heading home to shower and get some food while admiring my good fortune with the police. Monday’s are horrible and this one I’m in is becoming the worst I’ve ever had to deal with. Everything started out alright and I even got a few phone calls of people thanking me for being a member of good standing with the community, no clue as to why but that was the beginning of the problem. I’m looking at a few things, purchases and what not, and when I enter my account information it says unable to retrieve funds. I try again and it repeats the message and I move to my computer to ...