Movin' on...

Margaret basked in the afterglow from the best -- okay, the only -- sex of her life.

"So," she finally said, "what's your name?"

"Diane,' Officer Lee replied.

"Nice to meet you, Diane," Margaret said, and introduced herself with a handshake.

"That's sort of backwards, isn't it?" Diane asked.

Margaret shrugged in response. "So next time we'll shake hands first, then fuck." She glanced at the cop. "I assume you want there to be a next time." Officer Lee nodded emphatically.

"Great," Margaret said, digging a scrap of paper and pen out of the glove compartment. "Here's my number. I expect you to call me."

"Oh, I will," Diane promised, writing something on a business card and slipping it inside the elastic waistband of Margaret's panties. "I admit I'm a little worried about this. I mean, I never had a girlfriend before."

Margaret gulped. She had this amazing new power and wanted to sew some wild oats, not be tied down to the first woman she slept with. On the other hand, having a girlfriend on the police **** could come in handy.

Was there a way to have her cake and eat it too?