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Guy and I were at the age where we should know better than to do this, we weren’t in high school anymore. The last thing we needed was a criminal record.
Brilliant, Sadie, just brilliant. What are you gonna tell your agent, you missed your gig because you were arrested for f*****g in the middle of a corn field? What if you have to spend the night in some seedy jail cell?
"Um, I'm - we're so sorry ma'am - ummm, Officer," I replied sheepishly as I slipped on my skirt and silky shirt, struggling clumsily with the buttons. I only had one of the middle buttons fastened crookedly when the cop had had enough.
"License and registration, please," the policewoman said stone-faced with pursed lips.
I reached into the glovebox and handed over the documents.
"Stay right here, you two," the offi
