“There’s no problem, officer,” Paul answered as Sassy fastened her bra, smiling.

“You sure about that?” he asked, shining his flashlight in their eyes. “Haven’t been smoking anything, have you?”

“No, officer. We would never.”

The cop raised his eyebrow. “I’ll be the judge of that. The reason I’m here conversing with you civilians is that I received a complaint from someone in this residence that and I quote, ‘Some punks are screwing with my bushes.’ So I’ll ask again, are you carrying any illegal narcotics?”

“I, uh.” Paul was stunned. “We were, uh. Making out in the bushes?”

“That a question or a statement?”

“That’s a fact,” Paul said, reaching for his flask. “Only thing I’ve got on me is -“

“Hands in the air!”

Sassy giggled as Paul was forced to assume to position. “What are you smiling at? Against the car, Sasquatch.”

The officer grinned smugly, pacing behind the couple as they leaned against his squad car. “Have either of you heard of probable cause?” he asked, as he put on the latex gloves.