Especially back and forth to Conroe, where our friend, Nathan, had moved. His family lived on the golf course, backing up to Walden Country Club. We spent countless weekends "fishing for golfers," a game his father, of all people, invented by attaching a golf ball to a fishing pole. We'd sit on their deck, hidden by the thick trees, with the golf ball strategically placed on the green. As the golfers would mistakenly reach for the ball, we would reel it in, giggling hysterically. Sometimes, we ran for our lives as our joke was not always received well. When the game lost it's appeal, we would hang out at the country club or ride the wave runners on the lake, always heading home at precisely 11:15 to make the forty-five minute drive in time.
Often Nathan would follow us, not comfortable with two girls driving those roads alone on the back country roads, until we hit the main road. The temperature was always so much colder at night on those roads. We generally brought jackets along with us for the ride home. Instead, one night I had a change of clothes. But, we were late leaving the restaurant, and I hadn't had time to change. As soon as the headlights disappeared behind us, I ripped my shirt off, preparing to change into my warmer shirt. Before I could get the other shirt over my head, the headlights reappeared behind us. We dissolved into giggles. "Shit! What the hell. I thought he turned around already!" My friend laughed and suggested I speed up. "Lose him." I down shifted, increasing my speed up to almost 60 miles per hour on the 40 mile per hour country road. Almost instantly, red and blue lights filled the darkness.
It wasn't Nathan behind us.
I didn't know what to do. It was very dark on the road. I didn't want the officer to see my movements, and think I threatening him in anyway. I had just sped up incredibly with him right behind me. But? I still had no shirt on. My friend was no help. She couldn't even catch her breath she was laughing so hard. I was panicking. Crap, crap, crap.
The officer approached the car with his head down. "License and insurance, please ma'am."
I slowly reached over, and retrieved my ID and my insurance card, handing them over to the officer. Topless. He takes them looking up for the first time. I smiled. From the passenger seat, laughter and snorting broke the silence.
Some people insist that flirting with an officer will get you out of ticket. So apparently will flashing him.
I did manage to put my shirt on before I drove off with my warning.