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Auch ein Dorfpolizist kann mal Glück haben

It was a hot spring night, I was on routine patrol, and

being relatively new to the job, I guess I was still

pretty green. I was working my way back to town when a

beat up Chevy flew past me. I thought I recognized the

car as I took off after it. I caught up to it and hit the

lights. I was surprised when it quickly pulled over. It

was Derek Smothers car all right. He was a local bad ass,

or so he thought.

"Derek would never just pull over, without a little chase

first," I thought.

Just in case I unclipped my gun as I approached the car.

I used my flashlight to light up it's interior. I

tapped on the passenger side window, watching as the

passenger rolled it down.

"Keep your hands were it can see them," I commanded.

Taking a quick look around the car the four passengers

complied with my order, there were two in the front and

two in the back and the other thing they had in common

was their sex, they were all women. Feeling a slight

sense of relief, I used my flashlight to light up the

driver's face.

"Miss would you turn on the interior light?" I asked.

I recognizing the driver, she was Amanda Smothers,

Derek's sister, her family was also well known around

town, they were always up to no good.

Using my flashlight I lit up the passenger in front of

me.

"Ah, the lovely Angel Harding," I thought to myself,

"what a piece of work she was," as I Shifted my

flashlight to the back seat. I light up ...

... the two back seat

passengers, they were good looking young women, but I did

not recognize them. I turned my attention back to the

driver.

"Amanda, are we in a hurry tonight?" I asked.

As I listened to her half ass excuse, I used the

opportunity to check her out since I had not seen her in

awhile. Amanda has the classic girl next-door looks,

although she didn't act that way, I mean she's cute, but

not shockingly so. She had light brown hair that was

clipped back off her face.

She was wearing a tight sky blue tee shirt that hugged

her body, making it very obvious to me that she wasn't

wearing a bra and a short white skirt and tennis shoes.

"Amanda, isn't this your brothers car?" I asked already

knowing the answer.

"Yah," she said, looking at me, while batting her pretty

green eyes.

"And does he know you have it tonight?" I asked.

After waiting a minute or so for an answer, I added. "I

mean he gave you permission to use it, I mean if I give

him a call and ask?"

"Please don't," she pleaded, as more cries of leniency

came from the back seat, which answered my question.

"Quiet," I barked, trying to regain control of the

situation.

"I'm going to need to see all of your licenses; just so I

know whom I'm dealing with," I barked.

Watching the girl's fumble for their licenses, I flashed

my light at Angel Harding's license, she was 21 years old

or so her license said.

"21, Angel c'mon you can't be ...