“Wow! You’re one tough little lady.”
“I’m a black belt. And I’m not 16. I’m 22.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll drive you home, and we’ll just forget this ever happened. Nobody’d believe you anyway. I’m a powerful man in this community.”
“Not anymore. I’m a cop, and I’m wearing a wire.”
A long time ago, Alex married an 18-year-old.
Thanks for the appropriate ending — at least in fiction.
If only.
Haha – Such drama! Well done.
Unfortunately, jusy wishful thinkig.
Laughed out loud thinking over how the black belt cop wearing the wire might feel in the process when “this ever happened”. It did happened, did it not? Still laughing!
I’m afraid not.