Something happened on the way to work.
As I was leaving for work today, I rushed out to get the mail and was startled by not one, not two, not three but four police cruisers parked across the street at my new neighbors house. There was a woman cuffed sitting on the hood of one of the cruisers talking with one officer and two more were headed into the backyard to check something out. The owners (at least I think it was them) were talking with two other officers in the middle of their driveway. I'm not really sure what was going on, nor do I really want to. I figure if they're not beating down my door to get a statement, I shouldn't worry about it.
On a side note, I've been having this strange urge for about two or three months now, and it isn't going away. It involves me cuffing my hands in front of me and approaching a police officer (either gender will do) and saying, "I really don't want to explain this, but could you please help me out." I would love to do it in front of a kinky crowd, partially for the thrill, but mostly for the witnesses.
On a side note, I've been having this strange urge for about two or three months now, and it isn't going away. It involves me cuffing my hands in front of me and approaching a police officer (either gender will do) and saying, "I really don't want to explain this, but could you please help me out." I would love to do it in front of a kinky crowd, partially for the thrill, but mostly for the witnesses.