On a 7-9 + a Miss, Tonya's vocal joys attract police backup.

"On, Tonya, babe, this feels so good!" Bill says. The middle-aged police officer holds his superior's broad buttocks as he fucks into her, bent over the hood of their police cruiser.

"Bill, fuck, this feels GOOD!" Tonya says. "Harder, FUCK! Fucking GIVE it to me, YES!"

Mandy gives you a look. "I still don't see how this is gonna get us home, Mary," she says.

"They'll feel good, AND embarrassed," you tell Mandy. "They'll just let us go, hon."

"HARDER, Bill, GIVE it to me!" Tonya cries out.

Mandy says, "They've been at it ten minutes now. He's lovin' it, but she just gets louder and louder."

Officer Tibbs' face is a mask of lust. With her hands spread wide on the hood of the police cruiser, her eyes closed and her cheek on the white enamel, her face tightens and loosens, her shoulders tense and relax, and when she isn't shouting for her fellow officer to give it to her harder, she's moaning loudly.

Another police cruiser pulls into the parking lot. They flash their lights and turn a spotlight on Officer Bright and Officer Tibbs' loud, vigorous public carnal union. But Tonya keeps calling for Bill, and Bill keeps giving it to her.

"Ah, ah..." you say, seeing two new police officers getting out, holding their big bright flashlights on Bill and Tonya.

"Hon," Mandy says. "Maybe you should quit digging?"

"I think you're right, Mandy," you say.

Bill and Tonya have a big finish to their screw under the lights of their fellow officers.

"This isn't gonna go over well," Mandy says. "They're both wearing wedding rings, or didn't you notice?"

You look ruefully at Mandy. "I didn't," you say.

Mandy shakes her head. "Try and be a good girl now, okay, Mary?"

You and Mandy end up sitting in the back of the cruiser, being good girls for quite a while, until the officers sort things out. You finally make it to the precinct, but after they take your ID and half an excuse for a statement, they let you go.

You text Taylor, hoping she's all right after the evening's shenanigans.

Taylor returns your text. "M OK. GIRLS TOOK ME WITH THEM. LOUISE 8 ME ALL NIGHT <3 <3 !! L8R!"

It's been all night, or almost, seems like. You're too tired to drive home, so you and Mandy sack out together.

You wake late the next day. Mandy is snoring by your side, her hair looking like it's gonna be the queen of bed-heads. You feel her warmth close to you, and it tickles something inside. You never really got satisfied last night. You wonder if Mandy would indulge you, or if you should be a good wife and hurry up to catch up with your honeybear in the hospital.