Police Cadet Caitlyn O'Neill arrests Tyrone

Tyrone scampered across the street and onto the lawn of the Carlson home when suddenly the scene was illuminated by the unmistakable red and blue kaleidoscope of a police presence. It wasn't Tyrone's first experience with the instrument of white oppression, he didn't want to stop but he knew fleeing or bolting for the residence would put his life in danger.

"Hey, come over here," came a thin feminine voice and he could see a surprisingly diminutive figure in a police uniform come across the headlight beams, flashlight in one hand and what he assumed was a weapon in the other. He took a step, but froze when the flashlight blinded him. When his vision cleared, the police officer was within arm's length.

The police officer was a petite white female in her early twenties, though Tyrone couldn't make out her reddish hair or green eyes in the whirling colored light. She nervously gestured toward the car. "Go over and put your hands on the car," she instructed him with a nervous sideways gesture. "You're, ah, under arrest for prowling."

"I ain't no prowler," Tyrone grumbled as the policewoman stepped back to keep distance as he moved to the car. "Just looking to get some pussy." He leaned one hand against the car but kept an eye on the policewoman, who seemed distracted. Her hands were full, and she looked down as if to decide how she was now going to take control of this suspect.