Drives her car

She was so relieved after this morning's fright that she felt strangely jubilant as she drove to work. "Woah," she thought. "Better slow down a bit."

"Nah, fuck that. Let's see how fast we can go."

Emma screamed. In her mind, at least. But this time she couldn't even make her body do that. Her body laughed and stamped down on the accelerator. "Stop!" Emma thought. "You'll get me killed!"

"Shut up and stop being such a pussy," the Other said. "This is great fun." Emma's hands came off the steering wheel and started groping her body. They rubbed insistently at her groin and squeezed her breasts painfully hard.

"Please, please!" Emma begged. "Don't get me killed. Aren't I more fun alive than dead?"

The Other seemed to consider this. "Well yeah," it conceded. "Marginally. All right I'll slow down if it'll stop you shitting yourself like a fucking baby. Uh oh." The Other had seen the flashing lights of a police car in the mirror. "Oh God," Emma thought. "Please pull over, please pull over, please!"

Whether because of Emma's pleadings or despite them, Emma's car pulled over and waited for the policeman to approach. As he did, Emma turned her head to see him, realising as she did that she was back in control again.

The policeman was tall and in his thirties. He looked at her through the window and frowned. "Do you know how fast you were going, Miss?" he asked.

For one insane moment Emma considered telling him about the Other who was possessing her. He'd think she was crazy. But maybe she was! She needed help! "You're not fucking telling ANYONE," the Other said. "I'll stop you if you try, and I'll make your life a living HELL. I could do anything to you, and the best you could hope for is being locked up in a crazy house for the rest of your life." Emma bit her lip. Then she stuttered, "I'm s-sorry, umm, officer. I didn't mean to go too fast."

"All right," he said sternly. "Get out of the car. You're a danger to other road users."

Emma shouted in her head, "You bitch! You got me arrested!"

"Don't sweat it," thought the Other. "You can get out of this easily."

"What? How?" Emma demanded.

"You want me to show you?" the Other asked.