Oh this guy was a smart arse was he she thought to herself as he continued on, weaving through the traffic, she was getting more and more annoyed at him, but at the same time amused that he thought he was obviously above the law.  She was looking forward to slapping a ticket on him, she hated people like him.<br/><br/>When he decided to move off the highway, jumping across the traffic onto the exit ramp she narrowed her eyes behind the glasses, moving with him.  She was a skilled rider, she knew how to ride the bike between her thighs.  She pushed it round the curve, the exhilaration making her grin as adrenaline flooded her system.  She loved riding the bike.  Finally arsehole in his Viper had stopped and she pulled the bike up behind him, kicking down the stand and leaning the bike onto it.<br/><br/>She stood and swung her leg around, removing the book and taking her pen from her pocket, she jotted down the registration, walking along the side, seeing the casual way his arm was perched on the door.  She was smirking, he was so cocky.  She stopped at the door and bent down, “bored with driving safely Sir” she asked, her voice very definitely female, she didn't remove her glasses or helmet, not yet.  “And you do realise the law regarding seat belts?” she asked him, taking in the shades he wore.  She had a right one here, cocky and arrogant.  She waited his answer, looking forward to writing him a ticket and heading back to the highway.  This guy was giving her the creeps with his attitude.