67 I have vacation (2/2)

Laila eyed the officer. He was taller than her, in his mid-thirties. His straw-coloured hair was thick, he wore it short at the sides and combed back the top hair. He had a well-cut face with Gray eyes and a slim figure.

Not bad, Laila thought. Maybe the time of austerity was over. The officer studied Laila's papers. She leaned against the fender of the Porsche. ”Hey, it's such a great day, can not you turn a blind eye?” The officer looked at her seriously. ”Even if I shake both eyes, I still feel the wind of her Porsche and smell the smoke of her cigarette.”

Well, he wanted to be conquered. Laila did him the flavor. She held out his crossed wrists. ”Well, then with the handcuffs, I stand on bondage games.” He avoided her provocative look. ”Um, actually I'm not on duty.” In pretended indignation, Laila put her hands on her hips. ”And why are we both standing here nowhere?”

Timidly, he let his fingers slide over the burgundy red of the Porsche. ”I have never seen anything like this before.” He gave Laila a quick look. ”Something so nice.” His cheeks were flushed with blazing redness. Laila was amused. An unspoiled land was in front of her.

Shit, where was it? ”Aha, and how is it going now?” The bumpkin shrugged, his eyes fixed on the body of the Porsche. ”Do you want to drive this thing?” He looked at Laila with wide eyes. ”You're kidding.”

”Do you want to ride him or not, Cowboy?” Suspicious, he grimaced. ”Do you want to bribe me?”

”Would I be successful?”

”I have to check your papers.”

”OK, after driving the Porsche?” He looked at the pale blue Dodge. ”This is my private car.”

Laila chuckled. ”Everybody makes mistakes.”

”You have to follow me.”

”Wherever you want.”

”I have my office in my house.” He spread his arms apologetically. ”Cestohowa is just a tiny town, with about 110 inhabitants, we can not afford a police station.”

”How do you prevent me from driving up and away from your bowl? ” Laila folded his arms and looked at him amused. ”I have your papers.”

”Aha.” Laila could barely resist a laugh. He thought hard. ”We could swap the cars and you drive after me.”

”Wow, Officer, are you kidding me?” Laila's mouth began to twitch. Only with difficulty did she control herself so as not to laugh in his face. ”No, no, I, uh ..., I have to check your things.” He rubbed his way through thick hair.

It was crisscrossing his head. He did not look like thirty, he looked like twenty - at most. ”Well, so, my things.” Laila raised his arms and slowly began to turn in front of him. ”Then you must surely search me for things?” Laila smiled at him. The urge to simply burst out was overpowering. ”Where do you want to hide something under the thin flag?” He was genuinely baffled.

Laila's self-control was gone. She cringed with laughter. To her surprise, the Sunny boy joined in.

Breathing heavily and with tears in her eyes she looked at him. ”You have to think I'm quite a fool, right?” He gave her a bright smile. ”Excuse me please.” Laila was still chuckling.

”I really did not mean to laugh at you, but the thin flag gave me the rest.”

”Well, I usually see farmers and cows here, so you're overloading your eyes, so to speak.” Laila chuckled again. ”Ah, then you should arrest and imprison me.” ”Yes, so the men in the area do not stammer as much nonsense as I do when they see you.” He grinned. ”Why are not you on duty, Officer?” ”I have vacation.”

”Such a coincidence, me too.”

”But you are totally wrong with us, no hotels, no guest rooms, maybe you can stay on a farm.” He scrutinised Laila doubtfully. ”But you will not be able to offer much comfort.”

”Fresh air, ...” Laila spread her arms. ”Everywhere is fertilised.” Laila dropped her arms. ”How do you want to make it up to you? ” He looked at Laila helplessly.

”How? Oh!” His voice expressed serious regret. ”I'm sorry ... I wanted ...” Laila considered. ”I know you are the proud owner of a coffee machine?”

”HM Yes.”

”You can put some eggs in the pan?”

”Clear.”

”Well, then you can buy back your good conscience by presenting me with a first class breakfast, hm, pancakes, eggs, bacon and ...” Laila sighed. ”... a strong coffee.” He looked amused at his watch. ”Have not had breakfast yet?”

Laila played the contrite. ”No, I'm only half human.” He beamed at Laila again. ”As a conscientious man of order, I can not answer for that.” He bowed low to Laila and pointed to the old Dodge with his arm outstretched. ”May I accompany you to your luxury coach?” Laila playfully gave him a head nut.

”You are allowed ... almost everything.” Again the flaming blush that Laila found delightful. He held open the driver's door of the Dodge. Laila saw several reddish-brown rust spots and dropped onto the dark blue leatherette seat, making sure that her dress slid up over her thighs.