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How to not to behave when stopped by the police


Morgann Janeway-Banks-Skaggs-Noble refused to look at the motorcycle cop handing her driver’s license, car registration, and proof of insurance in through the Jaguar’s window.  She had a strange hunch if she caught his gaze he would know she was hiding something.

She was hiding something.  Her newest husband, Randolph Noble, was locked in a box under her bed at home.

The officer liked her husband.  He didn’t like her.  And he was making his feelings toward her very clear in a not so subtle way.

With one hand, she snatched her documents from his gloved paw.  With the other, she quietly snapped shut the lid on the metal breath mint box in her hand, and slipped it into her jacket pocket.

“Mrs. Noble, do you know you have a broken taillight?”  The officer’s tone came across as impersonal and professional.

Of course, she knew.  She’d done it backing the car out of the garage earlier that morning.  “Sorry, Bill.  I had no idea.  Randolph must have done it and forgotten to say something,” she lied smoothly.  “He has so much on his mind these days.  Which side is broken?”


“Hm, really.”  In the side view mirror, she watched with growing irritation as the police officer took his sweet time putting the finishing touches on the traffic ticket.  Impatiently, she drummed her red lacquered fingernails against the Jaguar’s steering wheel and waited.

The cop cleared his throat and glanced at her fingers.

She stopped drumming.

With a flourish, he ripped the top sheet from his pad.  “Here you go, Mrs. Noble,” he said, handing her the ticket.  “I’m letting you off with a warning today, but you need to get that taillight fixed as soon as possible.”

She raked her fingers through her hair slowly and then sighed.  “I’ve got so much going on right now.  I’m not sure when I’ll find time to take care of this.”  She fluttered her eyelashes and tossed a sultry spell in his direction.

The man rocked back on his heels.  “Let me take a look at the damage for you.”  Officer Bill’s curt manner instantly downshifted to friendly and accommodating.  “I’ll call Jake down at the auto body shop and let him know what parts he’ll need to order to fix that taillight.  You drive a fancy European model, so it’s going to take a couple of weeks for all the right pieces to come in, but I’m happy to help out.”

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

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