You speed up, and turn out of the street a few seconds after she does. You follow behind her, a slight sweat breaking out. "What will happen now? Wait, is she on her phone?", you think. And she is, you quickly find out. Behind you, you hear sirens. Sure enough, there is a police car right behind you. You pull over amicably, and watch in horror as Sara drives into the distance, disappearing from view. You wind down your window, and your eyes meet those of a darkly beautiful police officer, possibly Italian. She has long, lustrous black hair, olive skin, and deep eyes. From your vantage point, her large breasts are right at eye level. "Why, thank you Sara...", you say to yourself with a grin. And then, before the officer can ask what you mean, you say, "What is the problem, officer?"
"We received a call from an anonymous source that you were following a car around." Bullshit, it was Sara herself. Actually, for the police car to find you and Sara, Sara would have had to have been in constant contact with this officer. After all, the cars never stopped; the two of you were in constant motion. The officer continues, "Is this true, sir?" Her voice is musical.
You meet her gaze full-on, something few people can do to a beautiful woman or a cop, furthermore both at the same time. "Not at all, officer. I was just heading home." Needless to say, she doesn't exactly buy it. "Can I see your driver licence, sir?" Of course, that would foil your lie, as your address was on it. But if your plan worked, she would never even get your name. "Certainly officer," you casually say. Reaching into your pocket, you continue to meet her gaze with your hypnotic eyes. You pull out your wallet, covered in sparkly pieces of metal, and begin to fiddle with it, pretending to have difficulty getting it open. As you do, the setting sun reflects off the metal and on to her face and eyes. This, combined with your hypnotic stare, cause her to...