Dating and the Miranda warning..
Soon after I arrived at work, a San Jose police officer walked into the store. She was cute, a bit short, but fun. We joked a bit while one of the managers checked on some backstocked furniture for her. I got back to my register, and began helping a customer.
Evidently while my back was turned, said law enforcement officer checked out my ass and said "I wouldn't mind frisking him."
*sigh*
Why don't women tell me these things to my face? It would help things immensely! A cute woman with hand-to-hand training and easy access to handcuffs? Heaven!
Evidently while my back was turned, said law enforcement officer checked out my ass and said "I wouldn't mind frisking him."
*sigh*
Why don't women tell me these things to my face? It would help things immensely! A cute woman with hand-to-hand training and easy access to handcuffs? Heaven!
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NOT the fire-sprinkler head, for ghu's sake!
(Sorry.) (And I wasn't even at that Con.)
Anyway: to a sturdy bedframe, to eyebolts properly set in ceiling joists, to a St. Andrews Cross, ...
(You'd never guess I'm a bottom and don't do bondage, would you?)