Pulled Over

You shook your head laughing at the sight, the come hither eyes, the soft hair and the flush red face. It was then that you noticed the red lights flashing in your rear view mirror.

You saw them flickering in the distance, maybe a quarter mile behind you. You pulled to the far right hand lane to give the vehicle enough room to pass you to get to the emergency he was enroute to. But instead of passing you by, he pulled in behind your cad and sounded his siren, signaling for you to pull over.

You stared in disbelief, wondering why the officer was summoning you, before you pulled the car slowly to the far side of the road.

The officer stayed right with you. This was a nightmare. You had never been pulled over your entire life. You always obeyed all the laws of the highway, never really even breaking speed. And now you were being pulled over.

You waited silently while the officer made his way cautiously to your car. Slowly lowering the window down, and you placed your hands on the wheel of the car to await him. You had heard that police officers get really upset with you if you reach toward your glove box before they ask you for your license, and other information.

"Good evening ma'am," said the officer. You glanced up at the large, muscular man.