(closed for myself and YumekoSama)
To anyone else it was just another day on LA traffic control. The sun was high, the haze was in the air people were going baout their business, cars trucks, bikes, traffic lights and stip signs. For me however, it was a special day. The time was right and everything was set. I just had to pick the right one. I parked the Harley in the driveway of the mundane parking lot that had been chosen and kicked the stand. I adjusted my shades and loosened the strap of my helmet. I had my tablet, my stick, my gun, and most importantly my badge. LAPD officer William D Oates was on patrol.
I scanned the cars as they went by. She had to be reasonably attractive and she had to be alone. There were too many fat truckers out that day. There was a hot blonde in a Mercedes but she had her kids in the back seat. A moment later there was a lone woman but her looks matched her beat-up old pickup truck, breasts sagging heavily in her loose tank. When she twisted her double-chin neck and spat out the window I grimaced. I spaced out a bit listening to the dispatch calls in my earbud.
Then she caught my eye. A white Honda Fit rolled by slowly westbound on Fifth, with a set of deep ebony cleavage behind the wheel. She had full lips and a thick dark wavy mane. By the time I started the Harley I could only see her from the rear. Did a young hot version of Michelle Obama just drive by? I pulled out behind her as she stopped, the third car back from the red light at Kenmore. Checking her out in her own rear view mirror I could see that she was one put together dame. She seemed to be craning her neck around looking about for signage. Perhaps she was lost. She certainly didn't seem to have any clue as to what I was up to.
The light turned green and the traffic slowly rolled ahead. Just across the intersection I turned on my red and blues and blipped the siren.
BWEEP-BWEEP
To anyone else it was just another day on LA traffic control. The sun was high, the haze was in the air people were going baout their business, cars trucks, bikes, traffic lights and stip signs. For me however, it was a special day. The time was right and everything was set. I just had to pick the right one. I parked the Harley in the driveway of the mundane parking lot that had been chosen and kicked the stand. I adjusted my shades and loosened the strap of my helmet. I had my tablet, my stick, my gun, and most importantly my badge. LAPD officer William D Oates was on patrol.
I scanned the cars as they went by. She had to be reasonably attractive and she had to be alone. There were too many fat truckers out that day. There was a hot blonde in a Mercedes but she had her kids in the back seat. A moment later there was a lone woman but her looks matched her beat-up old pickup truck, breasts sagging heavily in her loose tank. When she twisted her double-chin neck and spat out the window I grimaced. I spaced out a bit listening to the dispatch calls in my earbud.
Then she caught my eye. A white Honda Fit rolled by slowly westbound on Fifth, with a set of deep ebony cleavage behind the wheel. She had full lips and a thick dark wavy mane. By the time I started the Harley I could only see her from the rear. Did a young hot version of Michelle Obama just drive by? I pulled out behind her as she stopped, the third car back from the red light at Kenmore. Checking her out in her own rear view mirror I could see that she was one put together dame. She seemed to be craning her neck around looking about for signage. Perhaps she was lost. She certainly didn't seem to have any clue as to what I was up to.
The light turned green and the traffic slowly rolled ahead. Just across the intersection I turned on my red and blues and blipped the siren.
BWEEP-BWEEP
