Subtly, with charm and guile.

"Officer, my father is a policeman." Sandra puts on an amiable smile, "I know I am suppose to report any weapons in the vehicle. Again, this is my friend's car and I believe she keeps some pepper spray and maybe a collapsible baton someplace in here."

The policeman's brief pause pleases Sandra. Was it the lie about her father being a cop, the mention of weapons or her exposed curves that threw him off? Hopefully all the above she wishes.

"Well ma'am, then I need to search the vehicle." He finally announces.

"I'm sorry, officer, I really can't agree to that." The buxom business major knows the basics of the law, "Again, it's my friend's car."

"Understood ma'am." The officer opens the door of the Scion. "Please take your license and step out of the vehicle."

"Officer?" It is now Sandra's turn to hesitate.

"I have reasonable doubt, by your own admission, there might be weapons in the vehicle. If you refuse a search of the car then you must be removed a safe distance from the vehicle and submit to a pat-down. It's your choice ma'am."

"I see." The auburn coed gives a sheepish look, "It's me or the car."