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steamy windows, filling the car. Lowell’s finest had just found something to amuse themselves. It was a damn good thing that I’d pulled my pants back up. I checked to make sure my fly was zipped and stepped out of the car, followed by Karen.
    Two young officers, their nametags said Davis and Sanchez, looked at me suspiciously while trying to blind me with their flashlights. It didn’t work because my blue eyes reflected the light, and I could see them perfectly.
    Both men looked like they had been pressed out of the same mold they used in the secret law enforcement factory to make all street cop s firm near-angry faces, crew cuts, and uniforms tailored to show off their rippling muscles. I knew the look well because I had many friends who had gone into civilian police work after college.
    The odds were very good that in five years one of them would have a beer gut and a serious Dunkin Munchkins addiction. The other would have a drinking problem, maybe even serious enough to affect his job. I’d been there at one low point in my life and I’m not talking donuts.
    “Can I help you officers?” I asked.
    “Do you have identification, sir?” Davis replied.
    “Sure, right here.”
    I reached back and found my wallet.
    “Is everything alright, ma’am?” Sanchez asked Karen.
    “It was, until you boys decided to disturb us.”
    “It’s okay, Karen, they’re just doing their job.” I said.
    I handed Davis my driver’s license. He looked it over, then me, and then back to the license, just to make sure it was really mine. Karen reached into the Mustang to get her license, and I sneaked a look over to make sure she wasn’t flashing these young uncorrupted lads. As she bent over, the bottom of her butt stuck out from her short skirt mesmerizing the two cops. It was like she was using a Jedi mind trick on them, except this was the ass they were looking for. She’d clearly just made their night.
    She turned around smiling and handed Sanchez her license. He looked it over and gave it to Davis. He pulled a little black notebook out and wrote down our names.
    “Is there some kind of problem?” Karen asked.
    “No, we saw the vehicle steamed up and wanted to make sure no one was in trouble, ma’am,” Davis replied.
    If they were truthful, they would have told us they had hoped to catch a glimpse of a woman in her birthday suit. I was sure these long third shifts caused them to look for anything to break up the monotony, and a naked girl was always a great way to make your night, especially when she was as hot as Karen.
    When I was in the service, I’d sometimes ride patrol with the base cops and they’d play a little game to kill time on long overnight shifts. You would receive points for finding various unusual items. For instance, a live skunk, which they referred to as an “Air Force black and white unit,” was worth ten points. A naked breast was worth fifty points. A full on beaver shot pretty much assured a winning point total for that shift. Davis and Sanchez were picking up minor points tonight, unless Karen decided to give them more of a show.
    “You think we can go now?” I asked.
    “What were you folks doing?” Davis inquired.
    “We were talking.”
    A mischievous grin came over Karen’s face. I braced myself.
    ”Just tell them the truth, honey. I can’t tell a lie, officers. If you had gotten here ten minutes earlier, you would have caught us fucking like two dogs in heat.”
    They were stunned. They might have expected that from me, but this elegant, beautiful blonde talking like an Arkansastrailer park denize n they never saw it coming. I held my hand over my mouth to contain the laughter.
    “Uh, yeah, okay. Um, you folks have a nice night,” Sanchez said, his face red from embarrassment. He motioned to Davis who handed us back our licenses.
    “Thanks,” Karen replied, smiling broadly.
    The officers walked off, peering over their shoulders every few steps to look at Karen, who gave