He wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t very bright, so that was the only thing he could think of. He had a vague idea that Mexico was south, so when he... got to the freeway, he took the on-ramp for the southbound lane. State Patrol trooper Mavis Dean sat behind the wheel of her brand new Camaro Z-28 patrol unit, in the median of the freeway, with her radar unit pointed at southbound traffic, looking for speeders. She was near the end of her duty shift and was looking forward to going home and spending. My slippery fingers return to your hot little pussy and stroke your sensitive clit. Feeling my fingers dancing circles around your expose little nub of flesh. My other hand slides up your body, between your breast, covering your neck lifting your chin as you lay your head back on my shoulder. My fingers glide over your cheeks as I rub you harder, caressing your lips as my fingers slide back inside you, nipping at your ear as my thumb strokes your clit, kissing your throat as I pump my fingers. You’re tall and kind of hunky. That all adds up to being the kind of guy a girl wants to get naked with, and since that’s way too dangerous, they think it’s safer to just keep their distance.”“But some girls do go out with me and none of them are dying to get naked with me,” I argued.“That’s just for status,” she said.“Status.”“Yes. It’s like you’re the lion, and after they go out with you they can say they went out with the lion and didn’t get eaten. They brag about it, except not in actual. I first thought he hurt himself for a second, but when he turned around to us, he asked, “How are we going to get the vocal parts of the song into the system? Neither Cathy nor I have ever thought about singing, while we practiced, so we don’t have a mic for any vocals.”“We’ll manage it, for now,” Cathy replied as Paul walked around in front of her drum kit and picked up his bass guitar. “Just sing along with Don Henley, or whoever is singing, Mike, and we’ll get it figured out before too.