The woman’s shrieks drew passers-by. “Him,” she screeched, pointing at the blond man who watched her in bewilderment. “That degenerate exposed himself to me. Call the cops!”
Bo smiled at being called a degenerate and leaned against a wall.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she told him.
“So should you,” Bo said. “You need to loosen up, have a little fun.”
While the woman sputtered in indignation, a policeman ambled onto the scene. He looked at the frantic, gray-haired woman, then at grinning incubus absently drumming a rhythmic staccato on the wall with his fingertips. The cop hesitated, taken in by Bo’s expansive smile, then adopted a concerned expression.
“What seems to be the trouble, ma’am?”
In outraged tones, the woman explained that as she was walking down the sidewalk, Bo not only propositioned her, but dropped his pants.
The policeman looked at Bo “Is what the lady says correct?”
Bo gave a little shrug. “I offered her a good time. I wanted to bolster my case by showing her the evidence.”
“He’s a wicked pervert and should be thrown in jail,” the woman said.
Her words fell on deaf ears as the policeman was entranced once again Bo’s innocent eyes and boyish smile. “As long as there was no threat…” he said hesitantly.
“All in good fun?”
Bo’s grin broadened and he hooked a thumb in the waistband of his jeans. “Want to check it out for yourself? I know a motel where they don’t ask questions.”
Thoroughly under Bo’s spell, the cop nodded, then gave the woman a perfunctory “Have a nice day.”
As they strolled off down the street, the woman screamed after them, “Why aren’t you arresting him?”
“Because he meant no harm,” the cop called back. “Honestly, lady, you need to lighten up a little. Life's too short.”