I smiled slyly and twisted my wrist on my right hand the way my dad had shone my a thousand times. I remembered his lesson, best to prepare for anything, including cops. If he could see how I was using his lessons he's probably have a heart attack. I twisted my wrist a bit more and slipped it out of the metal circle of the cuff. I traced a fingertip down his chest with the hand with the cuff still on it and smiled teasingly "It's going to take more then a pair of cuffs to trap me."