Nope.

"Excuse me, Officer."

Everyone was a bit startled when, in the awkward silence, Gogo spoke up, and quite authoritatively too.

Fitzpatrick looked in the back seat and regarded Gogo dubiously. (After the story Gogo had just told the other women, there was no way they were trusting her up front with Adam again.) "Yes, Miss?"

"I am Gogo Ejarmen, a newly naturalized citizen of your great nation, from the Republic of Mastonesia."

Fitzpatrick blinked calmly. "How nice for you."

"In my country, there is a caste system, and there is discrimination against women. I love my country, but I left it to come here to be free, so that no longer would I be treated as a member of a lower caste, or a second-class citizen just because I am a woman."

"Hear hear ... !" Heather murmured softly, impressed in spite of herself.

Fitzpatrick was happy to play along. "Miss ... Ejarmen, is it? I'm just advising Mr. Zipper here -- "

"Ziktor," Adam corrected quietly. "Ziktor."

"Oh, please excuse me, sir. Mr. Ziktor, here, of his options."

"No, you are not!" Adam was quite impressed by how fiery Gogo looked in his rear view mirror, and of course even more impressed by how her mighty bosom quaked with her fury. "My family has fought and died against the corruption in my country! I know corruption when I see it! You are saying to Adam 'Because you are a too-male, you can get out of this.' But there is nothing to get out of! Adam is innocent!"

Fitzpatrick sighed patiently. "Miss, I'm just doing my job, and the speed detector clearly says -- "

"Your speed detector is wrong! And you have four witnesses who say you are wrong! Don't we, girls?"

"You betcha," Flora perked up.

"Miss ... it's only a ticket."

"It does not matter!" said Gogo. "Adam has a great lawyer, Mister Irving Korbs! And he has many friends who will support him in a court of law! This is a matter of principle!"

"Amen, sister ... !" Gina finally warmed up.

Fitzpatrick bit her lip. "Please, everyone, wait here just one moment." She walked off.

"We should just go," fumed Gogo.

"No, no, we will not 'just go,'" Adam assured her. "Gogo? You were brilliant. Let's just play this out. All right?"

Fitzpatrick came directly back.

"Sir, I'm so terribly sorry, I've just double checked my detector, and you're absolutely right, I wrote down the wrong speed, it was human error on my part."

"Don't forget the red light," Adam teased.

"I'm ... not one hundred percent sure about that either." Fitzpatrick leaned into the window, her bearing suddenly much softer and warmer. "I guess I was a bit prejudiced just now, like Miss Ejarmen said. I saw you rushing home with four women and assumed you were out of control, but you weren't. You were a perfect gentleman. If anyone was out of control, it was me."

"Can we please go now?" Gina grumbled.

"Ssshhh," advised Adam.

"It's just that ... " Fitzpatrick licked her lips. "I just keep thinking back, to that moment, earlier this evening. I haven't been able to get it out of my mouth -- I mean, my head."

"I won't make any complaint about you," said Adam. "And, Officer? ... Thanks for keeping an eye on me."

Fitzpatrick looked touched with gratitude. "Anytime, Mr. Zipper ... !"

As they drove on, Adam said "Did someone say something about Gogo being Joseph Conrad? Forget that. I say she's Clarence Darrow!"

"But it's true!" said Gogo. "Adam is a free man! He was born free, and must live free!"

"Borrrn freeee!" Heather suddenly started singing. "Gina! Remember that corny old movie about the lioness?"

"Oh, yes!" Gina cheered, and before Adam knew it the twins were singing "Borrrn freeee ... as free as the wind blows ... as free as the grass grows ... "

Adam took some pleasure at Flora's discomfort at this explosion of nostalgia, and was happy to see Gogo join in. He chuckled as the song died down.

"And to think, you girls thought I hired Gogo just for her looks," he murmured. "Shame on you ... !"

Over the years Gina had remodeled her bedroom into quite an interesting place, but it was all new and very impressive to Gogo. She happily took her seat in a spacious closet with a one-way mirror door, giggling with the joy of being some ultimate voyeur. To be able to sit and watch a bedroom like it was her very own movie theater, featuring a movie starring Adam with three women, fascinated her no end.

Adam quickly showered and then lay naked in the four-poster bed. Gina and Heather were already in their sleek silvery dresses and happily seated along one wall. He had never really determined what they were supposed to be, just that it was something science-fictiony. Aliens? Androids? Visitors from the future? They were already eagerly whispering to each other, working on their script.

Adam chuckled as Flora came in wearing an outrageous policewoman uniform. Could an officer truly get away with a skirt so high? He noted that she was awfully lax about buttoning up the shirt as well.

She put her hands on her hips and said "Do you think you can get away with that, Mr. Ziktor?"

"Away with what?"

"Walking around in public with a concealed weapon ... !"

Flora happily leapt up onto the bed and, saying something about an "inspection," got his cock out and slowly appraised it with her eyes and hands.

"Oh, Mr. Ziktor, I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate this ... !" she fake-pouted.

"But Officer, I assure you it's safe," Adam tried to reason.

"Huh! It doesn't look safe! I'm going to have to threaten you with a ticket or something so that I can take you down to the station!"

"Now, now," chided Adam. "Officer Fitzpatrick was just a little ... ****, that's all. I'm sure she'll behave herself in the future."

"I don't think you understand, Mr. Ziktor. I want to lock you up in jail."

"Officer ... I have no ammunition. I'm harmless to society."

"No ammunition, huh? Let's see about that!"

Flora furiously smooched and slurped away on his length, her "uniform" quickly coming undone. Adam inevitably hardened but needed to play down how drained he felt, so he rolled onto her, shoved her skirt and panties down, and plunged into cunnilingus.

"Mr. Ziktor!" Flora replied, though if it was a protest it was odd how her lags were slowly wrapping around him.

"You're giving me a tongue lashing, I thought I'd return the favor."

As they moved in to basic in-out, Flora "complained." "Your weapon is ... very dangerous!" she insisted as she drove on ever closer to orgasm. "I could swear it's ... fully loaded! Awwwhhh!"

Flora exploded a couple of times -- and yet Adam remained, so to speak, bone dry. It seemed to confuse and even alarm her.

(originally posted by DruulEmpire on the BE Addventure)