Officer Tom pulls you over

Suddenly, you hear the sound you've dreaded most: police sirens. Your wife looks back in the rear-view mirror. "Oh-ho... looks like we're in trouble."

You're surprised by her devious tone, because your heart is pounding so fast you're scared that you're about to have a stress-induced heart attack. With one impulsive dare, you've possibly ruined your lives. None of your clients would ever trust you again, and your wife will probably never be able to work with kids again.

You pull into an alleyway, and the police cruiser does the same. The officer then leaves his car, and he gives you a familiar smirk. It's Tom, the asshole from the party ten years ago, and now your fate and the fate of your wife is in his hands.

"Oh my God." Miranda comments. "It's Tom."

"Yeah..." You sigh.

"Wonder if he's still such a pervert?" The desire burning in your wife's eyes concerns you, as you know it's for Tom.

"Hello you two." Tom says.

"Hey Tom." Your wife replies.

"Looks like I've caught you two red-handed." He shakes his head.

"Looks that way." Miranda says. "But I think the two of us can work something out if you are willing to look the other way?"

Tom's smile only grows as he ponders all the dirty things he can do to your wife, as he forces you to watch.

"I think we can do that, Miranda."