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Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Everyone gets a little nervous when the lights of a police cruiser go on behind them. So do I. But when it’s after dark and I know that I haven’t done anything illegal, I get more than a little nervous. In fact, my pucker string pulls all the way tight. It could be nothing... or it could be a setup. A fake police car is the perfect trap that can be sprung almost anywhere dark and remote– like the section of rural road I was now on. In compliance with the ridiculous concealed japanese carry laws in this state, my Glock was secured in a gun safe hidden in the glove compartment. That requirement is in case I might accidentally drive past a school or playground or hospital or public park or whatever. It only takes a second to get my weapon out, but if I get it out and it is a real cop pulling me over, I risk being shot... or worse, I risk shooting a real police officer who panics and decides to go all Dirty Harry on me because he sees a gun. If I don’t get out my weapon and it isn’t a real cop, I’m defenseless against attack... well, not defenseless. I have a an old-fashioned Maglite 3-cell flashlight that sits alongside the seat. fetish It’s legal in all 50 states as a flashlight and if I happen to swing it in panic when someone attacks me, then it is only an accident that it happens to have the force of a weighted club. I decided that I would– as usual– wait him Hairy out. I never speak first when the law is involved. It gives too masturbation much away. Let them be the ones who tip their hand. If things went south in a hurry the window glass wouldn’t be of any protection, but the six layers of Kevlar woven with steel and aluminum in the door panel would stop almost anything that came out of a holster. At least they haven’t made it illegal to put lightweight armor in your car... yet. I pulled over onto a wide spot on the side of the road, leaned slightly down into the car, and waited. Like I said, it was a pucker factor five situation. What happened next surprised me. The cruiser pulled past me and parked in front with its lights still flashing. A black, unmarked SUV with concealed flashers pulled up about a car length behind me. I couldn’t see what was happening back there, but the officer in front of me slowly got out of his car and held his hands up and out from his body with his palms toward me and his fingers spread. He then stood in the light from my headlights and turned slowly around, pausing only to make sure that I could see that his gun was strapped securely in his holster. After all of that, he walked over to my asian driver’s side door and held his thumb and forefinger a short distance apart while at the same time indicating with his other hand that I should lower my window. I rolled it down about an inch and waited. “Mister W,” he said softly as he leaned in toward the car, “she said that I should approach you very carefully.” He laughed and added, “In fact, she said I should approach you like you were me in a car being pulled over at night for no reason.” She holds Margaret down longer than she should, as her lewd cowhole puckers and winks fetish wildly. Just few small drops on her belly button. "ummmpphh" Linda replied. Which lasts for … you don’t know how long "Say masturbation again, Hairy Base," he shouted, "Did you say contact?" I'm going to go get a print out of the court decision before calling the police. "Yes, we use it every time, he doesn't know asian how to get me excited first." … what are you gonna do to me?” japanese “Would you mind setting the table?” So happy. The other 2 agreed then looked back to me.