”Oh, God, please, please, please let me get off this time. I promise I’ll stop speeding, and I’ll go to church every Sunday and, and ... But she...didn’t get a chance to finish her prayer. The cop was back.“Ma’am, is this your vehicle?”“Um, actually it’s not, officer. It belongs to a friend of mine, Dr. David Fletcher.” She emphasized the Doctor to show that she had important friends.“And did Dr. Fletcher give you permission to drive his car?”“Well, not exactly. But I know he wouldn’t mind. He. "I'm sorry...that was...I shouldn't..." she tried to start as she jumped to her feet. She spun on the spot to flee out the office door and into the night but he caught her arm over the desk. She half turned back, still afraid to look into his eyes. "Yes." That's all he said. That one word washed away the panic attack that was gripping her. Still she thought maybe she had stood up too fast and was now on the floor u*********s after feinting. This had to be a dream. She stopped moving though.. I sit in my seat getting more and more uncomfortable. My panties are soaked, my pussy is aching. His eyes bore into me. My god, what gorgeous eyes. I need this man, now. I tell my friends that I'm going to stay after the game to get some autographs. Hugs, drive safe, see you later. I can barely stand it now. He and some other players are a few feet away. A gaggle of girls are oooohing and ahhhing over them as they sign autographs. The goalie skates over to me and asks if I would like an. Ive learned my lesson long ago! I know thats right! Well, how about you choose. Alright. I pour both of us a glass of white wine and walk back into the living room. Whos this? Felicia was pointing at someone I should have forgotten about a long time ago. Oh, girl thats nobody, just an old friend. Her names Shelly, we used to work together. I walk back into the kitchen for no reason. Just wanted to avoid the conversation altogether. That was a trip down memory lane I wasnt ready to visit,.