Do Cops Play Favorites with Pretty Women?
gawker
Older than dirt
My ATF has now been living with me for almost 2 months. Whereas I'm 40 years older than her 32 years of age, I'd be kidding myself if I thought I could fully satisfy her many and varied sexual needs. However she's really been sticking close to home and working on solving her complex addiction issues. Recently she was going for a "sleep over" with some friends, but by the time she and I showered together and she fully satisfied my sexual needs, it was 11:00 pm before she left. At 1:00 she called and asked me to come get her at a gas station far from her stated destination. She has no driver's license and drives one of my cars. She had detoured to see a dealer for some cocaine to accompany the two 5 gram bags of heroin in her handbag. She stopped to get gas and went in the rest room to shoot up. There was a large roadway project out front and the attendant told one of the detail cops she'd been in the rest room way too long. He stopped her coming out, asked if he could search her bag and she said no. Then he learned she was a stripper and 3 other cops came over and they learned she had no license & wanted to know who the owner of the car wears. She told them she lived with a 72 year old guy and they joked with her that they wanted to see it to believe it. They let her park the car behind the building, greeted me like I was their hero when I arrived. They took away her syringes but "didn't find" her drugs and gave her a verbal warning about driving without a license. If that'd been me, I'd still be in jail. Any comparable experiences?
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Another interesting fact...I got stopped many many times by police when copping...Every time they'd ask me what I was doing, I'd tell them...tryin to cop some dope....They would be in shock I wasn't lying to them and normally yell at me again not to and let me go...
SJG
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Of course, she never mentioned her live-in BF, lol.
I struggle with sobriety (with alcohol being my demon). I seem to have found an odd level of control recently. But, I’m unable to find that same control when I’m offered pussy. So, I’m trolling for pussy in filthy spots - but I’m not getting black out drunk anymore and waking up in odd places. Maybe that’s progress?
I’m amazed at how your ATF is able to get out of certain situations where she’s basically caught red handed.
My assessment would be - the cops knew she was an addict. They can read clues quite well - and they knew your ATF was high. The lack of a license didn’t surprise them either. However, the thing that they couldn’t believe was that she had a 72 year old Gawker.
It was probably worth the laugh - for everyone involved. It’s a waste to continue to arrest an addict. An addict without a drivers license isn’t worth the effort (to write her up) either. So you were their entertainment - and her get out of jail free card.
It was the pretty girl who got special treatment - but it was the 72 year old dude who impressed the cops more than the hot ATF.
Don't buy people choosing to selectively enforce the law? TUSCL exists because there are a lot of places still in business because people selectively enforce the law.
Yeah, they probably do so because the strippers are hot.
If so, you're as much of an addict as she is. You're just addicted to her!
On the flip side, wouldn't we all?
Maybe I pay too much attention to Gawkers writing! Lol!
One time I was driving down the road when a car rear ended me going about 55 mph. We pulled over and I got out to see who it was. Out stepped an attractive redhead with her young daughter. We exchanged insurance information when a cop car driving by did a U-Turn and pulled up behind her car. The cop got out, a portly man who looked to be in his 40s, and made an immediate beeline for the female driver. He asked her if she was alright and if her daughter needed to be taken to the hospital. He even called an ambulance to check on the daughter and to make sure they were OK.
He talked intently to the woman for a few minutes, assuring her and patting her on the arms and shoulders. I was standing a mere few feet away but I might as well have been invisible. Once the ambulance arrived and the paramedics got out to inspect the child the cop drew himself up to his maximum height--all five feet six inches--and sauntered over to me with a frown and "Dog the Bounty Hunter"-style sunglasses planted on his face.
He asked me to walk over with him to my car. I followed his orders and was respectful and polite the entire time. I addressed him as "Sir" and "Officer" and made sure to keep my hands visible and by my sides as a sign of respect for his authority. He then walked right up to me--our dicks could have touched--and craned his neck back to look up at my face before sternly telling me that I was to get in my car, drive home, and NOT report this to my insurance company. I couldn't fucking believe it. Thinking back on it now still makes my blood boil. When he said that to me I honestly understood how Trayvon Martin could have felt.
I pleaded with him that I was faultless for the accident, but he cut me off and told me that people like me were the type to file frivolous lawsuits. He then turned around and walked back to his vehicle. Mind you, I don't think the female driver put him to this. I think he did it because it made him feel like a knight in shining armor. By this time the ambulance had left and he smiled and wished the woman and her daughter a good day as they got into their car and drove off.
I followed him to his vehicle, leaned through the open window, and asked him for his badge number. He told me he didn't have to tell me. I asked him again to tell me his badge number. He mumbled a string of numbers then drove off at full speed. I didn't report him because I thought the numbers were probably fake, but looking back I should have done something. Long story short, I reported the accident to my insurance company and got my rear bumper replaced. I don't know why the cop made a big deal out of it.
I've learned since then that it's best not to get too close to really moralistic people who view the world as a Manichean struggle between Good and Evil. Those are the type of people who will fuck you over and justify it because in their mind the world is a stage and they are the Hero.