Highway Patrol

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Highway Patrol

by Ann Douglas

The roar of the engine filled the early morning desert air as the canary yellow 1996 Viper convertible raced down the empty highway. The young woman at the wheel paid no attention to the tableau around her as it hurried past. Her mind was on much more important matters.

To anyone who owned a television, the young redhead's face was instantly recognizable. Right after, that was, they stopped looking at the long smooth, tanned legs that stretched out from her white shorts and the overflowing breasts that strained against a small red tank top that had to be at least two sizes too small. What her legions of fans would find shocking would be the angry thoughts that filled her mind.

"Goddamn fucking agents.." Angela Foster yelled into the wind as she shifted into another gear with an angry movement. "They have some fucking nerve!"

The agent in particular that Angela's anger was directed against was one John Temple. He was one of the best movers and shakers in Hollywood and the man who had started Angela on the road to stardom.

Last night, Angela had attended a party at the palatial desert ranch of producer William Donovan. It was supposed to cement the deal giving her the lead role in his next sure blockbuster film. What the reality had been was that Donovan had wanted to cement the deal in his bed. An event that Temple had assured him was more than probable.

"When is that asshole going to remember that I'm a major star." Angela thought. "I don't have to spread my legs for some balding sixty-two year old."

Angela was the star of one of the years hit series, "Los Angeles Blues". Know sarcastically as "Babes in Blue", it was the network's answer to Baywatch. And unlike it's beach counterpart, it's main star was female, namely Angela Foster. By the time she was done, she was convinced they'd be saying Pamela who?

The days were long gone when the 26 year old had to put out to get ahead. It was time John learned that. He was no longer making the decisions about her career - she was. And if he couldn't get that into his head, well there were other agents.

Lost in angry thought, Angela barely noticed the small comfort station along the road that she barreled past at better than 100 mph. What she did become painfully aware of was the flashing red and blue lights of the highway patrol cruiser that appeared moments later from behind the building.

"Fuck!" Angela yelled as she turned and looked over her shoulder. "This shit I don't need right now."

Had she been thinking a little cooler, Angela would've simply pulled over and taking the ticket and the inevitable lecture. In fact, based on the previous four times she'd been pulled over for speeding, she wouldn't get either. At worse, she'd show a little skin, flash some tit and leave a satisfied patrolman with a story to tell and an autograph.

But this morning Angela had an anger at the whole world and instead pressed her foot down on the accelerator, causing the high performance automobile to quickly close on it's top speed of 165 mph.

"Eat shit and die!" Angela laughed as she image of the police cruiser in her rear view mirror receded in the distance. Even if they'd managed to copy down her plate number, she didn't care. After all, it was Temple's car that she'd borrowed and if they went looking for him, it would serve the little cocksucker right.

Two minutes later the police cruiser was gone from view and already fading from Angela's mind. She downshifted and slowed to a more respectable velocity. A sly smile crossed her lips at her small victory.

The smile quickly faded as she cleared a small rise in the road and saw the police cruiser ahead of her. The cruiser was spread across both lanes about a quarter mile ahead. It took a second for her to realize that it wasn't the same one she'd left behind in the dust. Fast as a Viper was, it couldn't outrun a radio signal.

Angela slowed to a stop and considered her options. Upon due reflection, the actress realized that her little run for the gold was one big fucking mistake. If word of this got to the tabloid press, the negative publicity would be awkward to say the least. As much as she liked to consider herself as a major star, Angela was enough of a realist at times to know the truth of the old saying that "fame was fleeting."

She took a deep breath and began to move forward at a greatly reduced speed. Angela put on her contrite face and practiced her apology. She had to get out of this as quick as possible. If worse came to worse, she'd offer to blow the cop. She couldn't imagine any normal guy turning down that offer. There were far worse things that she'd done for her career.

"Shit, what if he's gay?" she thought as she came to a stop a hundred feet from the police cruiser. "In that case, I'll fix him up with Ramon." she decided, picturing the 6'2" stud that the studio had hired as her personal trainer. She wanted to bed him so badly and wanted to cry when she found out that he wasn't the least bit interested.

Long minutes passed as Angela watched the police officer sit in the front seat of the cruiser. She wondered what the hell he was waiting for, then got her answer as the lights of the first highway patrol cruiser appeared again in her rear view mirror.

"Guess I'm going to have to make that two blowjobs." Angela thought as she recalled the night six years before when she'd done summer stock and had participated in her last threesome. It was a pleasant memory but she pushed it aside. Damage control came first.

"Showtime." Angela said to herself as she saw the doors of both of the police cruisers open and a uniformed figure step out of each.

Angela stretched the open top of her blouse to give an even better view of her breasts. The deep valley between her mounds was clearly visible. She pushed her ample breasts up to give an even better view of them. She checked her face in the mirror and was satisfied that she was as hot as she ever was. Her hands ran through her long red hair and she pulled it back.

"Good morning officer." Angela said with her warmest voice as she turned with a flair to face the officer approaching from behind.

"License and registration please." the officer said as the blue uniformed figure stepped up to the drivers side door.

The look of confidence on Angela's face turned to dust in the wind as the actress looked right into a set of breasts even more impressive than her own. Dark black hair tied in a bun framed a creamy white face. Behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses were a pair of baby blue eyes.

"Of course." Angela said, trying to regain her composure. "I realize I was speeding," she said in her most apologetic tone. "And I have the highest respect for people who wear that uniform. I don't know if you recognize me but....."

"Yes, I recognize you, Ms. Foster." the officer who's nameplate identified as Clarke. "But I still need to see your license and registration."

"Of course." Angela said as she noticed the other officer approach the car from the other side.

The second officer was also a woman. Four inches shorter than her partner's 5'9" she was a more heavy set, Hispanic woman. A full figured woman, her heavy breasts were larger than either of the other two women. Short dark brown hair famed a round pleasant face and brown eyes hid behind the standard mirrored sunglasses. The name on the nameplate was de la Gura.

"Like I said, I have the highest respect for police officers." Angela said as she searched through her purse for her license. "I'm sure you've seen my show and I..."

"We've seen it." Officer Clarke said in a disapproving voice.

"Yeah, Babes In Blue." her partner chimed in an equally cold voice. "Now there's an accurate portrayal of the LAPD."

"I'm fucked!" Angela thought as she pulled her license out of her purse and handed it to the officer to her left.

Is the car registered to you, Ms. Foster?" Officer Clark asked as she examined the license.

"Actually it belongs to my agent." Angela answered. "I guess the registration is in the glove compartment."

Angela leaned over and opened the glove compartment. As she stretched across the bucket seats, Angela gave both officers a great view of the best breasts a Beverly Hills surgeon could offer. It was a pity, she thought, that the view was wasted.

It's got to be in here somewhere." Angela said as she pushed aside a large assortment of junk. "Here it is." she cried out as she pulled a small leather packet from the back of the compartment.

As she pulled her hand out, her bracelet caught on another packet and pulled it out as well. As her hand emerged back into the warm morning air, the second package fell onto the unoccupied passenger seat.

"What's this?" Officer de la Gura asked as she reached down and picked up the clear plastic bag. Inside it was a fine white powder very familiar to all three of them.

"That's not mine!" Angela immediately called out.

"How many times have I heard that before." Diane Clarke said as her partner examined the packet a little more closely. "What do you think, Maria?"

"Definitely more than 28 grams." Maria de la Gura said as she gauged the weight of the package after tasting it.

"Dealers weight." Diane added as the package was passed to her and she sampled it as well.

"I don't understand." Angela said.

"This isn't just possession." Diane said in a serious tone. "Having more than 28 grams of cocaine implies intent to sell. And the penalties that go with it."

"But it isn't mine." Angela insisted.

"Please get out of the car." Officer Clarke said.

"Oh God, what do I do now?" Angela asked of herself as she stepped out of the car. "I wish John was here, he always knew what to do."

Then she realized that it was obviously John's package of cocaine. He must've bought it for some of his other clients.

"This can't be happening to me." Angela thought as she felt cold steel wrap itself around her wrists and the voice of Officer de la Gura read her the rights she had hear herself repeat so often on her TV series.

"Do you understand these rights as they've been explained to you?" Maria asked.

"No, I mean yes." Angela answered.

"Not so much fun when it's not make believe, is it?" Diane asked as she began to lead Angela back to the rear police car.

"Wait, there has to be some way for us to work this out." Angela said as she stopped short.

In a state of panic, Angela missed the knowing smile that Diane gave Maria. The Hispanic officer walked around the Viper and came to a stop in front of Angela and Diane.

"Do you hear this bitch." she said as she stood only a few inches from Angela's face. "She thinks her money can buy her way out of anything."

"Maybe we should hear her out." Diane suggested. "If nothing else it might be entertaining."

"All right sweet cheeks, my partner wants to hear what you have to say." Maria said. "Better make it good."

Angela took a deep breath. If she was very, very lucky, maybe there was still a way out of this mess. She directed her comments to Diane who seemed the most receptive to the idea of working something out.

"Look, you know that bags not mine." she began. "So why don't we just make believe none of this ever happened. I'm sure I can make it worth your wild. Say, a thousand dollars a piece?"

"Fucking bitch!" Maria yelled into Angela's face. "Do we look stupid?"

"Easy, Maria." Diane interrupted.

"You saw that article in People last month." Maria continued. What does she make per episode of that candy ass program - forty thousand dollars! I'll bet she spends more than a thousand dollars a year on her dogs."

"You have a point, Maria." Diane said. "We'd better get going." she added as she gave a tug on Angela's arm.

"No, please." Angela said in desperation. "I'm sorry, double it, no ..triple it. There has to be something I can give you."

"You have that much money on you?" Diane asked.

"No, of course not." Angela said. "No one carries money anymore. I could write you a check." she suggested.

"Yeah, right!" Maria laughed.

"There has to be something?" Angela insisted.

"Come on." Diane said as she pulled Angela forward.

"Wait a second." Maria said, causing Diane to stop in mid-step. "Maybe there is something she can do for us."

"Anything!" Angela insisted.

"I'd like to see this high and mighty television princess get down on her knees and lick my pussy." Maria said.

"What?" Angela said surprised.

"You heard me." Maria answered. "And don't look so shocked. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time you've had a cunt in your face."

True be told, it actually would only be the second time Angela had been with a woman. Back when she had first been up for the part in Los Angeles Blues, the final choice on the lead had rested in the hands of Sylvia Toland, the executive producer. The 59 year old woman had come right out and told Angela that if she really wanted the part then she would have to earn it the old fashion way - in her bed. She said that the other actress up for the part had already agreed to spent the weekend away with Sylvia, but the producer would really rather it be Angela. Without a second thought, Angela had agreed.

"If I agree to do that, will you let me go?" Angela asked, panic making her willing to accept any way out of her predicament.

"Sure." Maria said.

"Why not." Diane agreed.

"All right, I'll do it." Angela said in a quiet voice. "Just let me go and then you can come to my house this weekend and....."

"Hold it one minute...." Maria interrupted. "We're not making a date here. If we're going to do it, it's going to be right here, right now."

"Now...." Angela repeated.

"That's right." Maria said. "Unless you'd rather take the chance that your high price lawyers can get you out of this. Of course I'm sure some of the ladies in holding would appreciate a chance to share some of your charms."

"And in a high profile bust like this, I'm sure the D.A. would want to handle the case personally." Diane added. "What with all the media attention and all. If only to make sure that there was no special treatment."

"Okay, okay...I'll do it." Angela said, the image of being trapped overnight or even longer in a cell with the scum of Los Angeles sending a shiver down her back.

"Good." Maria smiled.

Maria reached forward and slid her hand up and under Angela's tank top. She squeezed the actress's left breast, playing for a moment with her nipple. Then she grabbed the bottom of the tank top and pulled it up, exposing both breasts. She cupped the other mound and repeated her actions.

"What'd I tell you." she laughed to Diane as she felt the hardness under the skin. "Fake as they come!"

"No shit!" Diane said as she reached out and pressed her own left hand against Angela's globes. "I never felt a fake pair."

"Must've cost a bundle." Maria noted as she continued to play with one breast. "Isn't that right sweet cheeks."

"Yes." Angela said, feeling more than a little embarrassed

"You still want her?" Diane asked, wondering if the revelation made a difference.

"Fuck yes!" Maria said. "I don't care if the tits are fake, her mouth's real enough."

"Can you take off the handcuffs?" Angela asked.

"Not yet," Maria said. "We'll get to that soon enough."

With that, Maria slid her hand down Angela's chest and under the waistband of her shorts. A smile filled her face as she discovered that Angela wore no panties. The smile grew brighter with a second discovery.

"This bitch is wet!" she exclaimed. "I think she gets off on being tied."

Marie pressed Angela up against the door of the Viper and ran her fingers against Angela's pussy. Then it moved to the center of her mound and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Angela's lips as Maria slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Gently, she slid them up inside of her, reaching deep within.

Before Angela could react, Maria pressed even closer and moved her lips to Angela's. The softness of their touch sent a tiny spark of excitement though the young woman. She couldn't help but react. Closing her eyes, she felt the wetness of the police officer's tongue press against her lips. She opened her mouth to admit it. She felt her own tongue reach out to accept it.

Continuing the kiss, Maria pressed harder on Angela's breast as an approving Diane looked on. >From her vantage point, the senior officer could tell that underneath the sometimes arrogant facade, Angela could be both a hot and perhaps a somewhat submissive slut.

"Mmmm." Maria purred as she bent over and kissed the tops of Angela's mounds.

Her tongue traced a circle around Angela's dark brown nipples, darkened by the warmth of many days spent sunning topless. She lightly ticked the tips of her nipples, just enough to bring them to a rigid hardness.

Lifting the larger woman, Maria eased Angela onto the hood of the car. Her mouth now sought out the actress's breasts with desire. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness. Angela shivered at the touch of Maria's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Angela's large nipples again and again. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness and producing sensations that she had to admit that were better than any man had produced. Then her teeth closed on them and every bite and nibble sent stronger waves through Angela, causing her to involuntary emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Maria.

"You like that, don't you?" Maria said as she savored the sounds coming from her captive. "Lets see if you can give as well as you can take."

Maria took a large step back and began to unbuckle her gunbelt. She handed it to Diane, asking as she did.

"Do you want a piece of this?" she said, holding up one of Angela's breasts.

"No, you enjoy yourself." Diane replied. "I'll just watch."

"Suit yourself." Maria said as she began to unbutton her light blue uniform blouse.

Up until this moment, Angela had never really felt attracted to a woman. She had been Sylvia's lover for a weekend, that was true. While it had been fun to a point, that was more business than pleasure. She couldn't have planned a scene like this. But now that she was in it, she found it both erotic and exciting. Even the cuffs were a turn-on. She could've have imagined a set of circumstances under which she'd let any man tie her up. Captivated in more ways than the physical, she watched the Hispanic officer strip.

With slow, deliberate movements, Maria undid her blouse, one button at a time. She could feel Angela's eyes locked on her. Sure enough, Angela watched fascinated as the view of Maria's bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the blouse revealing a 38DD chest held in place by a heavy duty bra. The bright whiteness formed a sharp contrast with the dark olive of her skin. Reaching behind, Maria undid the clasp of her bra, causing the strap to spring loose. Only Maria's quick reflexes kept the garment from falling off.

Maria could see the slight disappointment in Angela's eyes. She exchanged a knowing glance with her partner who was leaning against an imaginary support. Diane glanced up and down the highway as she had done every few minutes. From experience, she knew that this road was seldom traveled this early in the morning. If the odds were against them, she would be able to spot an approaching car from miles away.

With a flourish, Maria removed her hands and finally let her bra fall free. What modern medicine had given to Angela, nature had given to Maria twofold. Her naturally dark aureole were two inches across capped by short stubby nipples.

She reached up and ran her long fingers across each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples. Then she pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out with her tongue. She was able to caress her own nipple. Then she repeated the action with her other breast.

"Do you like?" She asked.

"Oh yes...." Angela said softly, still amazed at what she was doing.

Maria now undid the belt on her dark blue pants and let them drop to the hard paved ground. Stepping out of them, she reached down and slipped off the matching white panties she wore. Angela looked down at the small patch of pubic hair, it was obvious that the police officer trimmed it regularly.

Moving back to Angela with lust in her eyes, Maria again pressed her lips against the actresses, her tongue deep in the smaller woman's mouth. Now Angela eagerly drew the brown skinned girl's tongue deep into her mouth, as Maria's left hand again played with her exposed lighter breasts.

Maria raised her own ample mounds and pressed them against Angela's, rubbing erect nipple against erect nipple. The warmth of flesh against flesh could be felt by both women. It was a flame that spread throughout each body.

Finally out of breath, Maria broke the passionate embrace and glanced back at Diane. Her partner seemed to be saying "go for it" as she had removed her glasses to get a better view.

"Have you ever pleased another woman?" Maria asked Angela as she ran her fingers along the underside of Angela's breasts. "Have you ever had a woman's tits in your mouth?"

"Only once." Angela stammered.

"Well lets see how well you learned?" Maria quipped as she lifted her nipples and pressed them against Angela's red lips.

"Suck them." she ordered in an authoritative tone.

Angela opened her lips to comply as Maria grabbed the back of her red hair and pulled her mouth against her fat, chestnut hued, nipple. Her lips and tongue closed on it, sucking eagerly. She wished her hands were free that she could play with them as well but her restraints both lessened and increased her enjoyment.

"That's it honey," Maria said as she enjoyed Angela's ministrations. "Who ever taught you how definitely taught you well."

Maria let Angela feast on her bountiful breast for a while longer, then she pulled her from her repast and shifted her attention to her other mound.

Angela hadn't said much since they'd started, preferring to submit silently. Her actions and non-verbal responses however spoke volumes. Maria had touched a secret spot buried deep within her. A need to be dominated. A need to give up the control she felt she needed to carry around like a shield. She could never give it up to a man, and it had astonished her how easily she had given it up to a woman.

"Diane, could you toss me the keys and get a blanket from the car." Maria said over her shoulder as she helped Angela down from the hood of the sportscar.

Diane tossed the handcuff keys through the air and Maria caught them effortlessly. With a practiced ease, she undid the locks of Angela's restraints, letting them drop to the ground. Angela rubbed her wrists for a moment, glad to be free of them but knowing she had enjoyed the sensation.

Maria began to tug at the edges of Angela's shorts but Angela put her hands over hers.

"Please, let me." she said in supplication.

Maria released her grip and took a step back, noting that Diane had spread the heavy blanket just off the road on a soft sandy area. She quickly turned her attention back to Angela, watching as she pulled the tank top all the way over her head and tossed it into the car. Slowly, she pulled down her pants and then pitched them into the seat as well.

From her vantage point, Diane could see that her pubic hair had been trimmed tightly very recently. Enough of a stubble remained to tell her that Maria had been right on another point of contention about the star - she wasn't a natural redhead.

Maria led Angela to the blanket and eased her to the ground. To her surprise, it was Angela who now took the initiative. Her mouth again sought out the officer's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness. Maria shivered at the touch of Angela's lips on her dark flesh as her tongue teased Maria's large nipples. Each lick bringing them new sensation. Every bite and nibble sent swells through Maria, causing her to groan louder and louder. Moans which spurred Angela on and on.

Angela licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Maria's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and lower she kissed until she reached the edge of Maria's wet mound. The actress kissed her brown skin again and again, working her way to her prize. Finally she kissed the center of Maria's ecstasy.

"Oh yes....Maria said as she reached down and guided Angela's head. "It feels so good...."

The smell of Maria's crotch made Angela a little lightheaded. The aroma was like a aphrodisiac, it's scent drawing out ever aspect of her sexuality. She reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she enjoyed for the first time..

"Madre Dios!" Maria cried out as her body jumped at the touch, unable to believe that this was only Angela's second time.

Originally, Maria only planned to have Angela service her. But now, with the redhead's talented tongue bringing her such pleasure she wanted to return the gift. If only for this brief moment, her animosity to the TV-Cop was forgotten.

Shifting position, Maria brought her own mouth level with Angela's sparse bush. Her tongue sought out her excited clit and began to return some of the delights she was receiving. The two women quickly became locked in each others arms, driving each other wild with each stroke. Their bodies shook with the energy they generated as the fury of their efforts translated into a battle of shorts breaths and sweat covered flesh.

Running their hands across each other ass, their faces pressed tight against each other's cunt, both women found themselves lost in the rising crest of their passion.

From the wayside, Diane felt herself filled with some of the same passion and found herself rubbing her breasts and pussy through the material of her uniform. Part of her regretted her earlier decision to pass on Maria's offer to join in. Well someone had to keep a lookout, she reminded herself as she again glanced up and down the empty road. She knew if she had joined in, an 18 wheeler could pull up alongside them and none of them would've noticed it until it was too late.

"Oh baby, do it to me!" Angela yelled at the top of her lungs in a voice that would've carried for a city block. Then she again mashed her face into the depths of Maria's moist pussy.

The excitement of their all too brief encounter erupted like a bursting dam. Maria felt every muscle in her body tense up and then turn to jello. Had she been standing she knew her legs would've given away beneath her. She could also feel the quake building in Angela's body as well. She may had started behind Angela but her long experience had let her quickly catch up.

The rising waves of ecstasy that filled both bodies told Maria that Angela's orgasm was only moments behind her own. As she felt herself cresting, the police officer pressed her cunt up against Angela's face, driving her tongue deeper inside her. Then she pushed her own tongue as far inside Angela as it would go. It was a little trick that had been taught to her by one of her earliest lovers. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and more powerful than Maria had expected. Angela was one of those rare women who gushed when she came, and Maria was delighted to have her fruits splash across her face and down her cheeks.

Maria never imagined that Angela could've brought out such a response in her. She really hadn't even expected to get off. At most she figured that she'd have a little fun at Angela's expense. How glad she was to be wrong.

The two naked women laid there for a few minutes as they regained their spent energy. Then, as quickly as it had all started they broke their embrace and rose to their feet. Whatever brief magic they had shared was now gone.

They quickly dressed and Maria walked over to her partner.

"Was it worth it?" Diane asked quietly.

"Definitely." Maria grinned.

"It looked like it." the senior officer said. "I was almost tempted to join in."

"Can I go now...." Angela said impatiently as she stepped over to the two officers, adjusting her clothes as she walked. "You got what you wanted."

The sudden change in Angela's attitude was remarkable. Five minutes ago she was a horny slut wrapped up in the rapture of lesbian bliss. Now she was back to being a stuck up bitch. It was as if an unseen director had yelled "Cut - print it!" and she had suddenly shed a role she had been playing.

Both police officers looked at the actress. Whatever brief feeling they might've felt for her disappeared with the return of her self important attitude. Diane commented quietly that if Angela put that much effort into her acting on Los Angeles Blues she'd win an Emmy.

"Well?" Angela asked as she struck a pose, legs spread and hands on her waist.

"Yes, you're free to go." Maria said.

Without another word, the actress jumped into the car, gunned the engine and roared down the highway. In a little more than a minute she was out of sight.

"You know, I'm glad she reverted back to bitchhood." Maria said as she walked Diane back towards her cruiser. "I was beginning to feel a little guilty about all this."

"But not too guilty...." Diane added.

"No, not too much." Maria laughed.

As Diane opened the door of her cruiser, she picked up the bag of white powder that had started it all. She tossed it up and down a few times and asked her partner.

"What do you want to do with this?"

"Well I never touch the stuff." Maria said. "You're always gobbling it up, why don't you keep it."

"Actually, I'm trying to cut down." Diane said. "Too much of that stuff can kill you."

"Okay then, I'll take it as a souvenir." Maria laughed.

Diane tossed the bag to Maria who unexpectedly reached too high and missed it. The tightly wrapped container exploded as it impacted on the hard surface, leaving a large gritty smear on the road. A sudden powerful breeze scattered it to the four winds.

"Oh well." Maria shrugged.

"It would've made a great conversation piece." Diane laughed. "Image someone's reaction if you told them what a bargain you got for a dollar ninety worth of sugar."

"It was a bargain all right." Maria laughed, this time much harder. "You'd think after all her many episodes of experience as a LA Cop she'd be able to tell the difference between the real thing and a Hollywood prop."

"I wonder what her agent was doing with it?" Diane mused.

"I've heard of Temple." Maria said as she remembered the name that had been on the registration. "I don't he'd be the type to buy something like that thinking it was real."

"Maybe it was for a joke or something." Diane suggested. "Remember when Whitney hid that stack of gay magazines in Jeter's locker?"

"That was great, wasn't it." Maria laughed. "He spent almost two days sneaking them out, hoping no one would see them. He didn't know we all knew they were there. That was priceless."

"You know what'll be even more priceless? Diane laughed. "When Temple gets his car back and asks her what happened to the bag of sugar." Diane said laughingly. "I'd give anything to she that."

"That would be fun." Maria agreed. "The look on her face is going to be something else."

"But I'll settle for getting out of here in a hurry." Diane continued as she pressed close to Maria. "Watching the two of you go at it has made me kind of horny."

"Then I guess we'd better head in and punch out." Maria replied as she pulled Diane's face to hers and kissed her on the lips. "You know what they say - a horny mind is a terrible thing to waste."

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Priorities ....

A hundred years from now....

It won't matter how much money I had....

What kind of house I lived in ....

Or what kind of car I drove...

What will matter is that the world might be a better place...

Because I was important in the life of a child.

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