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Chapter 6 by TamusBeard TamusBeard

This is no situation to "Mouth" off in?

Luckily there is always an alternative

Biting her lip, Lisa rolls her window down and looks up at her while she approaches. Looking up at the pricipal with her hands on her knees Lisa asks, "Is there a problem Mrs. Long?" In a firm tone the principal said "why did you skip the pep rally and why are you leaving early?" Looking down trying to summon her best sick impression "oh well I was feeling really awful after i puked in the bathroom so i just wanted to go home." The principal feeling empathy said "all right be careful and we will discuss this monday." A weak "thank you" was all Lisa could muster before she drove out of the parking lot and a familiar notification chimed.

Lisa hated how aggressive the app's notification sound seemed. Holding her phone eye level with the windshield, she tried her best to play and drive. As much as she swiped and tapped. Her car slowed to a crawl as more of her attention was absorbed by the game. When she finally heard the sirens behind her, she lost the combo she needed to win. "Shit!" She was sure she had it that time. Lisa sheepishly pulled over. At least she was able to see her own house. Maybe she could talk her way out of it, she just had to be particular about her words and*Ding.* Lisa flinched. She'd forgotten the App, so she quickly read her punishments, knowing the officer would be approaching soon. As she read Lisa's avatar was lit up by flashing blue and red lights, and it sat in a copy of Lisa's car, holding its hands up in mock surrender. Looks like both Lisas rolled through a stop sign. How did it know about the cop? Her options were the following:

Pants on Fire

Persuasive

Push comes the Sub

She only had seconds to think so she tapped one hoping it would help. In her side mirror, she noticed the officer, a tall, Amazonian woman removing her shades as she approached the car, ticket book in hand. As they made eye contact, Lisa's worried face beamed at her with half-lidded eyes, barely hiding her panic . Her hands eagerly clasped between her thighs, straightening her arms fully to compress boobs. Whatever she chose hopefully it will get her out of this.

It cant be much right?

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