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Lost in thought, Margaret didn't even notice the stop sign she drove through. That cop sure did, though, the wail of sirens snapped her out of her dark musings about the fate of her soul and into equally dark thoughts about the fate of her drivers' license. She'd probably get a ticket for a huge fine and a six month suspension of driving privileges. Or maybe the pig would offer to let her off in exchange for a blow-job. Margaret shuddered a bit -- she wasn't sure which was worse. Of course he might demand a blow-job and ticket her anyway. The police in this town were notoriously corrupt, you heard stories about that sort of thing sometimes.

The officer turned out to be a woman, and a pretty good-looking one at that. Very pale skin, but her high cheekbones and the glossy black of her pageboy haircut made Margaret suspect there were some native ancestry there too. The name tag pinned to the pocket of her dark blue uniform tunic read "Lee."

"I'd actually like it if SHE offered to let me off for some oral," thought Margaret.

The ring pulsed with power...