He gave me a ticket with a court date. I went home and confessed to my wife what happened. Ironically, her boyfriend Jay was a police officer, so she ...alled him, but he said it was too late because the cop had already written the ticket. He said if I had mentioned his name right away he probably could have helped me out. Anyway, I went to court and plead guilty. I was sentenced to probation and I had to report to the jail to have my photo and prints taken. The booking office was really busy, so. "I am going to go inside and grab a few things and sign something, so they will fix my car. You won't leave me here while I am gone, will you?" Yeah, like that was possible! I reassured her with my words, never losing my locked gaze into her beautiful emerald pools. I wrapped my hand around hers, and for some strange, goofy reason, I kissed the back of that hand. Instantly I was struck with the sinking sensation that I had done something weird and awkward, but Christina pulled my heart. "If you are." He replied. "Helen is already agreed, and it just takes you to seal the pact."I took a deep drink from the glass and tried to keep the smug smile from my face. With a sincerity that a saint would have been proud of, I turned to my brother."Ok, I'm willing."There were no smiles, no great shaking of hands, no patting each other on the back wishing each other 'good fortune' in our new venture. David just sank this drink in one go. "Right Jack, we'll be in touch with the details. Keep. Hermione screamed with laughter so loud it was heard downstairs in the common room. "So you see, I had to save her," Imogen continued. "And I figured I deserved a reward, so I got a few things for myself. But I admire your scruples, Hermione - you clearly are a much more ethical person than I am, and so I'll return this Prada tote bag I got for you," said Imogen, pulling the beautiful bag from under her four-poster bed, Hermione melting with desire at the sight of it."Don't you dare! I mean -.