Afterwards...

You try to catch your breath as you feel the officer withdraw his hand, the sickening wet slurp making you shudder. You feel violated and empty, despicable tears streaming down your face. The officer's words cut through the haze of pain, "You're free to go, thank you for your cooperation." His cold appreciation only adding to your sense of betrayal.

As you stumble towards the car, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened, you can't help but wonder about the damage he's caused down there. The physical pain is excruciating, but the emotional wounds run even deeper. The night seems to close in around you as you hear the squad car's engine come to life, the officer pulling away into the darkness.

Broken, you open the car door and sink into the driver's seat, feeling a wave of shame and anger wash over you. The other soccer moms express their concern. "Are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laden with worry. You feel a lump form in your throat as you try to gather yourself. Your best friend, sitting in the passenger seat, shoots you a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between you two. "I'm fine," you manage to mumble, wanting to brush off the incident.

Your best friend squeezes your hand reassuringly, offering you a small smile. You cling to her gesture of support, thankful for her silent presence beside you. As the other moms chatter and laugh, you steel yourself, determined to keep up appearances. You know they can't see the turmoil inside you, the violation that still lingers in your mind.

You swallow hard, plastering a fake smile on your face as you join in the conversation, trying to push aside the memory of the officer's sickening touch. You resolve to see the Mom's Night Out through, if only to shield the others from the truth of what just happened. Your best friend's hand in yours gives you the strength to endure, a silent promise to stand by your side no matter what.

You start the car and ask "Now where did we decide to go again?"As you drive away, the officer's face fades into the night, but the memory of his **** lingers, a searing reminder of how power can be abused.