The officer mulled over Sassy’s offer for an interminable moment, during which time Paul prayed to every deity he could think of.

Oh man, my mom will stop paying my car payments for sure if I get arrested again! Please, please, please.

“You said your name was Sassy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, Sassy, I hope this here fella is worth a night in a jail cell. I personally don’t think so, but it’s your call, miss.”

“I’m willing to take my chances,” she smiled at him, before shooting a look so venomous at Paul he actually gulped. “Besides, ‘this here fella’ knows he owes me for this. Right, Paul?”

“Right,” he squeaked, his voice cracking like a pubescent choir boy’s.

The cop scratched his chin, looking pensive. “All right, if you say so.”

He unlocked and removed Paul’s cuffs. Paul rubbed his wrists and smiled at Sassy. She blew him a kiss.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

With a muffled squeak, Paul ran all the way back to his dorm, so happy to be free, he didn’t even mind when he heard them both laughing at him.