It was the day before my seventeenth birthday and my girlfriend was over, but my parents still thought we were just friends. So we were in my bed making out, whole family downstairs. We weren't being careful, and the bed started moving and squeaking a lot. After a while, I get a call on my cell from the house phone. It's mom mom: "What's all that noise?" "Uhh... what noise?" "It sounds like you're jumping on the bed." "We're um... rearranging the furniture." "Yeah right!" "well... umm... fine. We're making out." "Seriously?" "Yup." "Are your clothes on?" "Yes they are!" "Okay. At least you were honest. Bye." The very next night, my actual birthday, we took our business into my car. I parked it about a hundred feet down a dirt road across some railroad tracks by the main highway in our town. It was dark and secluded and I thought we’d be undisturbed. After about twenty minutes, we see some very bright headlights approaching. Spotlights. It was the fuzz. I was shirtless, she was butt-naked, the windows were completely fogged, and it stunk. We scrambled to get dressed and when the cop came up to us he asked what we were doing. I told him: “making out.” He said “well, at least you’re being honest. He asked for our IDs, took them back to the car, came back and said something to the effect of “you’re trespassing here, go away, don’t do it again, have a nice night.” And that was it. Which was weird, cause our cops will ticket you for ANYTHING. To this day, I still believe he let us off the hook because he saw on my license that it was my date of birth and didn’t want to stop me getting some on my birthday. So the moral of the story is… honesty actually is the best policy.