I would be willing to discuss being an alibi...for the right price. Hand over some chocolate bars and a bottle of Jameson and maybe we can work something out.
Damn! I love how leather feels so deliciously wicked next to your skin. Seems such a shame to waste them on bway's nasty boss. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do for her bway.
Are we talking about hot cops? Cause if we're talking about hot cops with guns and nightsticks and me with leather gloves and oh my Jesus Lord I need a moment.