Short skirt long Jacket

Ok, so my sister and I are driving to work this morning. On the corner of Water and that other street we see a couple of foxy ladies standing around. They were dressed business classy so we figured they worked for the city. One had black hair, a short short skirt and tall tall boots. The other was a tall -as put into words by our coworker Mirna later- statuesque platinum blonde with a everything that wouldn't quit. Then when my sister pulled foward we saw that they were sporting hefty badges and guns on their belts. These weren't no sissy Henderson cops.

I was tempted to jump out of the car right then but it was too late.

So we parked and walked up to the library. We saw the blonde again. She was walking up to her car and, with (what would you say Elizabeth, 5 inch heels?) climbed into a fully loaded white Jeep Rubicon. I knew it was true love from that moment on. My sister said she would be a lesbian for her.

I was tempted to take a picture of her, but she might have arrested me.

But maybe that's what I wanted.

Also: Therese said, after hearing the story, that I could be her arm candy. I would find no shame in that.