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" Phoebe, drive faster!" Rachel screamed, sticking her finger out the window to the man tailgating them.
" I'm trying!" Phoebe yelled, honking at the man in front of her. " He's only going twenty over the speed limit," she screamed, tailgating him so close that if he stopped they would surely crash.
" Oh, no, Phoebe!" Rachel shrieked. " There's a cop behind you. " Quick, pull down your top!" The taxi swerved over to the side of the road, and Rachel and Phoebe put on their cutest faces as the cop walked over to Phoebe's window.
" Hello, officer," Phoebe said, her eyes never leaving his. " Were we driving a bit fast?" She stuck out her lower lip, and elbowed Rachel to say something about the police officer.
" A bit fast?" The cop repeated, a disgusted look on his face. " We had you going at 90 miles per hour."
" I'm so sorry, officer . . . " Rachel struggled to read his name tag.
" It's Russelle," the police officer said, clearly having a change of mind.
" Officer Muscle, I mean, Russelle," Rachel pretended to stammer, batting her eyes and putting on a cute smile. " You know, I had a dream about a cop last night. He looked just like you, and we . . . well, I probably shouldn't tell you what we did next."
" Can you please just give us a warning, and we promise we'll drive slowly next time," Phoebe grinned, knowing they wouldn't get a ticket.
" Sure," Officer Russelle said. " Just drive carefully next time. I don't want you to get hurt." The cop drove away, and Phoebe started to drive again.
" The dream thing works every time." Rachel grinned, then remembered Monica. " What if Monica's pregnant?" She asked Phoebe.
" I don't think that's possible," Phoebe said. " I thought Chandler's best swimmers wouldn't get off their recliner chairs."
" But she's showing all the signs," Rachel said.
" I feel bad for Chandler," Phoebe said, pulling up to Monica's house.
