You're under arrest.

The policewoman gets an angry look in her eyes.

"Get out of the SUV, please!" She says in a strong but courteous tone as she steps away from the vehicle.

"But I thought you said ..." you begin.

The officer holds up her hand for silence. "That was before your wife here pissed me off with that sick sense of humor of hers. Now get out and put that damn dick of yours back in your pants. You are both under arrest."

You look over at your wife. She just shrugs and straightens up her outfit. You can't do anything. You're under arrest.

The next hour is a total blur to you. The officer frisks you both; places you in her car; calls someone to impound your car; and takes you off the the local police station.

The station is in a middle class neighborhood, not too bad on the outside or inside. Once there, you and your wife are separated, and you are read your rights again before you are allowed to call your lawyer to tell him to come get the two of you out of jail. After this, you are placed in a one-person holding cell until your lawyer comes to get the two of you out. It is then that things take an unexpected turn.

As you sit there praying that your lawyer gets there soon so you and your wife can go home, the familiar shape of Officer Vasquez appears before your cell. She seems all too happy with herself and smirks at you through the bars.

"I hope you and that slut wife of yours have learned your lesson," she states matter-of-factly. "It's bad enough breaking the law as you two were doing, but trying to be a smart-ass to an officer of the law is worse."

You try again to apologize like you had on the ride over, but the officer will have none of it.

"No, you two need to learn a lesson from this."

With that, the officer opens the door to your holding cell and orders you out. She then points the way down the hall. When you inquire as to where you are going, she just says that you're going to learn a lesson.

In minutes, you are asked to enter a small but well lit cell, which appears to you to be an attorney-client interview room. It is bare save for a simple desk and several chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs is your wife, who looks up at you. She seems a little unnerved now that you are both behind bars per se.

"You okay, Claire." Your voice sounds nervous as you go to sit next to her in another cell.

She nods and tries to smile.

Vasquez has entered the small room too and is standing next to the closed door. She is looking at you two very intently.

She clears her throat then speaks. "Well, I hope that both of you have learned a lesson from being arrested and going through the whole booking procedure. And while I am willing to drop the charges and let you go, I don't think you understand the seriousness of what you were doing in your SUV earlier. It is indecent, and law-abiding citizens don't do it. So, in order to try to teach you that," she turns to open the door up. "We've prepared an exercise to make you feel how truly wrong you are in how you behaved."

You see figures out in the hallway, but they are unclear.