A warning.

"Girls, behave!" I barked. They were silent for at least for a moment before giggling uncontrollably.

I got out my driver license and vehicle registration, and, as rolled down the window, I saw in the side mirror the police officer, wearing aviators sunglasses, approach.

"Hello, officer, what seems to be the problem?" I asked politely, handing over my documents. "I was driving under the speed limit, sir."

He glanced at me and then to my photo ID. "That's the problem, you were driving too slow," he answered in the most matter-of-fact voice I had ever heard.

"Too slow?"

"You were driving 18 in a 30 zone," he replied, leaning in to take a sniff of the interior of the car. His reflective sunglasses hid any reactions his eyes had when he saw my wife's low cut blouse and the girls on the back tried to stifle their giggles.

"Have you been drinking, sir?" the cop asked, peering into the back when Corrine rolled down her window.

"I had one mimosa," I responded, "but drank tea for the rest of the brunch."

"Did you smoke any pot?"

"No, sir." I noticed that he was keeping his eyes on Corrine and Stephanie, who luckily for me still had their lacy bras on. The girls were smiling back at the officer with their sparkling white teeth as best as anyone in L.A. showbiz would.

"Why were you driving so slow then?"

"My wife and her friends had a bit too many mimosas."

"Right," he considered, seemingly to ignore me. "I swear I've seen you two before."

"Us?" the two blondes gasped.

"You were in a Carl's Jr. commercial," he questioned Stephanie.

"Yes, officer," she replied with an intentional bounce in her seat to jiggle her breasts.

"And you were Miss June?" he asked Corrine.

"Yes, I am, officer..." Corrine leaned forward, to give the cop an even better view of her magnificent cleavage, to look at his nameplate.

"... Owens," he smiled back.

"Would you like a photo with Stephanie and me, Officer Owens?" Corrine inquired with her charming smile.

"I'm not suppose to..."

"We're heading back to L.A. tomorrow..." Stephanie piped up and that was all it took for Officer Owens to change his mind.

"Okay, sure, but just one photo."

The girls got properly dressed -- but leaving their magnificent cleavage teasingly exposed -- before stepping out of the car to stand on either side of the tall officer. He took out his cellphone and snapped a couple of photos, ignoring the cars slowing down to gawk at the two gorgeous blondes flanking the hunky cop.

"Ahem. Thanks, ladies," he coughed, recomposing himself as the girls got back into the SUV. He turned back to me and handed me back my documents. "Sir, I'll give you a warning this time. Drive safe but not so slow."

"Thank you, officer," I smiled. I watched in the rear-view mirror the cop walk back and get into his cruiser. "That was close."

"You're welcome, Ian," Corrine laughed.

"Yeah, thanks, girls," I snorted and continued our drive home.