Getting Out of a Ticket
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“George, he just turned his lights on,” my wife whined from behind the driver’s seat. I tried to keep my tone even, but I was pissed. “That’s cause you blew through that stop sign, dear.” She gripped the steering wheel tightly. “What do I do?! This’ll be like, my fourth ticket. They’re probably gonna take my license!” I sighed and said, “Just flirt with the officer, babe. Show a little skin and he’ll probably let you off with a warning.” She slapped my arm and yelled, “George! I’m not gonna do that!” She pulled over the shoulder and looked at me. “Would you do it? You’re so much better at stuff like that than I am. Remember when you got the plumber to give us that discount?” I stifled a laugh, cause boy did I remember. He gave my wife more than a discount, I can tell you that. “You sure you want me to, babe?” I asked. She put her hands together and said, “Please George. Possess my body and do what you gotta do to get me outta this.” I gave her a wink and said, “All you had to do was ask.” Ever since I can remember, I’ve been a bodyhopper, but with certain limitations. I can only hop someone I have a deep personal connection with, and only with their permission. You can imagine that I don’t get to use this gift very often. You’d be right. But I’m glad when the situation presents itself. I unbuckle and slide across the front seat towards her, and a second later, my body disappears as I phase effortlessly into my wife. I reached into her purse, took out her lipstick, and ran it quickly over her lips to make them pop. A few seconds later, an officer tapped on my window and motioned for me to put it down. As soon as I do he said in a deep authoritative voice, “You ran that stop sign back there, ma’am. Let me see your…” He trailed off as he looked past me, into the vehicle. “Wait, wasn’t there someone else in the car with you?” When I replied, I made sure to use my wife’s bedroom voice, with just a touch of helplessness. “I’m so sorry I ran that stop sign officer. But no, it’s only just me in here.” I reached down to my wife’s blue top and began pulling it down. “Well, just me and my big titties. If you wanna search ‘em, I completely understand.” In the end, I did successfully talk my wife out of getting a ticket, but only after I submitted to a very thorough search in the backseat of the officer’s car. That man REALLY liked my wife’s boobs.