Andrew was racing along the highway on the way to the beach, when he heard the siren and saw the flashing red
and blue light in his rear view mirror. He groaned as he pulled over.
Aaron had zoned out due to orgasmic overload after Andrew had driven him 1/2 a mile. When he regained his
focus, his engine was idling, and his transmission was in park mode. The driver's seat was empty. Andrew had
left his key in the ignition. Aaron focused his minicam eyes, and spotted Andrew bent over the trunk of a
police car. A strapping young cop was standing behind him cuffing Andrew.
"But officer, I just got the car. I told you I was driving to the Motor Vehicle office to register the car!"
"You're only 16. You don't have a pink slip. And the VIN number is a fake. No such VIN is used in this
country."
"Maybe it's an import. The car is my birthday gift."
"Sorry, kid, but even 16 year olds with a provisional license have to have an adult licensed driver in the car
with them."
"But it's not a learner's permit. I got my license this morning, they have to mail me the actual card, but
the slip is - damn, I left it on my dresser at home."
"Well, we can call your folks from the station to sort this out. In the meantime, I have to call a wrecker to
impound the car."