DRUG DEALERS AND DRIVE-THRUS
A one-night stand goes from lust and ardor to Law & Order
One night, I met a guy at the bar. Captivated by the mischievous twinkle in his sexy blue eyes, I decided to go home with him. In the midst of some fantastic sex, he answered a knock on his door and didn’t return. As I wondered where he was, a guy I had never seen before burst in. He informed me that my boy-toy had fled the scene, the cops were after him and if I didn’t want to be involved in a drug bust, then I should probably leave.
Horrified, I called my friend to pick me up, then wandered to McDonald’s to wait. There I was — stranded at Mickey D’s at 4 A.M. in a tiny black dress and heels. A couple at the drive-thru took pity on me, so I leaned over their window and began to recount my fiasco. Suddenly, I was interrupted by a cop’s intercom. “Hey you! You better take your act somewhere else, or I’ll give you a real nice place to stay!”
Yes, after the horror of my night, I was now being accused of prostitution at a McDonald’s drive-thru. As I froze in disbelief, my friend pulled up, whisked me into her car, and rescued me from my living nightmare.
