“Not so fast. Let me see your ID.” He nods toward me. “You too, son.” I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and hand over my license, while Laiken puts her hands on her hips. “Look at me. What makes you think I have my ID on me?” Smirking, my eyes rake over her, and I realize she has a point. The girl is in a crop top and a pair of tiny shorts. Unless he thought she was hiding it in her bra, it’s clear the only thing on her is her phone. “Ma’am, the attitude is unnecessary.” “You interrupting my orgasm was unnecessary, sir,” she spits back.
what the fuck. no. no one would say things like that to the cops
