I was completely dressed with wig, makeup, short skirt, hose, etc, driving 78 in a 75 speed zone on a Kansas interstate. A highway patrol pulls up beside me then backs off and turns on the lights. There was nothing I could do but own it. He walks to the passenger window and identifies himself. He says I was going about 80 but is quick to add that there will be no ticket. I give him my license, he asks for proof of ins and then gives the proof of ins back. He asks for registration and I fumble around because I don't know what it looks like. In the meantime, he is chatting. I find the registration and he returns it. He doesn't like where I have the GPS mounted so I move it. He says drive safely and returns to his car and turns off the front flashing lights. I think that this is my Q to leave and do so. Stop at a gas station and I cant find my license. Now I'm thinking that he has it and was writing a warning when I left and the entire state will be after me for evading an officer, throw me on the ground in my skirt and take me to jail. Well, I cant wait to get out of Kansas and finally do get out. For the third time, I search the car and finally feel some plastic under the seat. It is my license. Thank you lord. The rest of the day was uneventful.