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The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.

... involvement in the accident. I acted a little annoyed, to her consternation. “You don’t understand how difficult it is,” she complained. “All that traffic and most drivers behave so badly.”

“But I behaved very well,” I replied. “I obeyed your hand signals, only to be rammed from behind. You should have seen that van screaming down towards me.”

She looked close to tears. “Please Sir,” she pleaded, “Sign these papers that say that I was just doing my job and that the van driver was to blame.” Her lip quivered.

I reached out and touched her pretty hand. She didn’t pull her hand away, and I saw her visibly relax. I got out my pen and signed.

“Well, that’s over with,” I said. There was no sign of a wedding ring. Thus emboldened and occupying the high ground, I pressed my advantage. “I don’t know my way around here very well (not true!). Would you like to spend an evening with me and show me your fantastic town?”

She gave me a beautiful smile. “Sure,” she said, “I couldn’t do so with a local, but it’s fine with you!” and produced a yellow sticky and wrote a telephone number.

“Can you ring me in about two hours when I am free, please?” she said. “We can make an appointment.”

I promised to do so. Back at the hotel, I changed and drove to my evening function. I called the girl on my mobile phone from the car park of my evening engagement. We arranged a meeting at my favourite fish restaurant at seven-thirty the following evening. The appointment filled me with ...

... anticipation during the intervening period.

At the appointed time on the following evening, I arrived at the very smart fish restaurant. It was just off an exit on one of the main highways. Within a couple of minutes, my new friend arrived, and we had a drink at the bar.

She looked stunning in a figure-hugging pair of dark blue pants, a washed-silk top, and a silk scarf. I got up and walked over to her. A lovely hug awaited me! She smelled as good as she looked. We retired to a table overlooking an ornamental fish pond and had a drink.

Her name was Nancy. She had been in the local police for three years after leaving school and she was doing part-time college studies in law. Her dad had been a senior officer with the same force and had just retired.

Nancy said that she was very relieved when she knew I was not a US citizen and that I would not be making a complaint. The police regarded duty at that junction with dread. There were so many accidents and some gave rise to complaints against the traffic duty officer. Justified or not, all complaints had to be investigated and they all went on your record regardless of the outcome.

Nancy said that the hotel had powerful political connections. The police campaigned with justification for the left turn to close, but the hotel’s connections put a stop to it.

We went into the main part of the restaurant. The maitre d showed us to a table that overlooked a well-kept indoor garden. We both ordered half a dozen oysters, ...