No funny business

You blow into the breathalyzer, glad that your friends hadn't served anything alcoholic at their house. Once done, you quickly fill up the form with your vehicle registration plate, address, and anything else required. You hear a soft gasp from your wife, followed by a light slap. Looking over the roof of your car curiously, you notice your wife glaring at the officer, who's rubbing his hand. Ada has an arm behind her back, covering her rump defensively while holding the hem of her dress down.

He seems to deliberate something for a while before deciding to step away from Ada and walk over to you. He seems annoyed, but doesn't do anything beyond gruffly explaining your situation.

"Aight. Best I can do is ignore the indecent exposure. You will still be fined for speeding and the reckless driving will be reflected in your records. You'll receive a receipt for your fine in the mail, within a week's time. Make sure to go pay your fines on time, and don't let me catch you again son." He waves you off before walking back to his vehicle, grumbling. His buddy looks up momentarily before returning his gaze to his phone.

You get back into your car and shoot your wife a questioning glance. "Everything all right?"

"Yeah...fucking sleazebag tried to feel me up, I got a little heated there. Just...drive us home, I'll be fine after I cool off a little," she huffs, looking out of the passenger side window. Deciding not to push the matter when she seemed so incensed, you drive home, this time sticking well within the speed limits.