Stepping out of the cruiser was a young woman, pale blonde hair tied into a loose bun. As she walked closer it became more apparent that her frame was hardly being contained within the uniform. Her curves pressed against the fabric, the strain presenting the appearance of being a size too small. She appeared tired, briefly wiping sleep from her eye and attempting to hide a yawn. Coming up to the window she stood and waited for you to lower it before speaking.
Her breath was sweet, floating out from between two bright pink, plump lips. Her soft, washed blue eyes looked tiredly into yours. Evidently she hadn't gotten much rest last night.
"Ok, you probably know how fast you were going, and look, I get it. No one is out this early in the morning on this road, but you can't be going ninety down the freeway."
Her voice naturally emanated casualness and ease, relaxing you.
"I know. I'm sorry Officer...?"
"Jenning."
"Jenning? Anyway, you're right. I let the space get the best of me. I'm just really excited and in a rush to get home-"
"HEY ANNAAAAA!" The male cop screamed from the cruiser. "LET'S HURRY THIS UP, EH?!"
"Oh, cause you're going somewhere, Bart!" Anna yelled in return. "Damn fat ass." She made no attempt to hide her remark from you.
"Anna?"
"Yeah," turning her gaze back to you "short for Anastasia-don't try and distract me." As if pulling her thoughts back to a certain pattern of thought, she shakes her head slightly and leans against your car and into the window. "Look, you're a cute guy. I really don't want to have to stay here and give you a ticket so how about I just give you a warn-"
"ANNAAAAA!!!!"
"Fucking FAT ASS!!" She yells into your car.
"Um, hey...I don't mean to pry, but it seems like you could use some help dealing with your partner." An idea crossed your mind.
"What are you suggesting?" She leans closer, her face not two inches from yours.
"Well, I have a...method for removing problems." You slide your jacket off of the shrink ray.
Seeing the gun she immediately locks eyes with you. "You aren't shooting my partner. There is no wa-weeelllllll," She stops to consider a sudden thought.
"...This isn't a gun. It's a shrink ray."
"Really? You expect me to believe you have a shrink ray?"
Without a word you take the gun and shrink a quarter that was lying in your glove compartment.
"Whoa." Is all that escapes her lips.
"So?"
"You think I should shrink Bart?"
"Well, I'd shrink him. It's my shrink ray."
"How do I know you wont use it on me?" Mild suspicion veils her stunning face.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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