When my friends and I were around 15 and in 9th grade, two cops came into the little pizza place where we used to hang out in the mornings before school. They began chatting with us and then asked if we wanted to skip school with them.

We skipped alot, and since there were three of us, we felt safe and went ahead with them thinking we couldn’t get caught if we were with cops.

They took us to breakfast at Denny’s, took us to the beach (we lived in Miami), then bought beer and rented a hotel room where we played quarters. Nothing sexual ever happened.

They dropped us back off at school at the end of the day, and we thought we had just gotten away with the best skip-day ever.

But the cops kept coming back to the school every day looking for us, and we began to freak out. We eventually reported them to the school security guards, who then reported the officers. We each had to give a deposition as to what happened, and they both lost their jobs, and eventually, their marriages.

Nothing happened that one day, but I’m glad our instincts eventually kicked in. I don’t believe we would have been as lucky had there been a second time.