An Unexpected Detour

Driving is harder than before. You have to pull the seat up, and your dainty little feet barely apply enough **** to the pedals. But when you apply enough on the gas, you soar through the highway at top speed. You weave through traffic like you’re playing the newest Grand Theft Auto game.

You become concerned when you hear the sirens of a cop car. You slow down enough to stop on the side of the road. The officer walks out of his car and walks up to your window. You roll the window and meet him face to face.

The officer stares at you intently. “Do you know how fast you were going, miss?” he says in a deep voice. “Oh, umm, I’m sorry, officer,” you stammer. “I need to see your license and registration, ma’am.” Without hesitation, you take out your license and the registration for your car. It is then that you realize that you are not the man in the picture on the license.

“Please officer. I’ll do anything,” you say in desperation. The officer smirks and says, “step out of the car, miss.” You do so and meet the officer. He’s very tall, so you have to tilt your head up all the way to meet him. He is also very handsome, with eyes that you could get lost in for hours.

The officer brings you back to reality, and motions for you to follow him. He motions for you to sit in the back seat of the police cruiser. You do and the officer blocks your view of the outside. He unzips his pants and grabs your head. You both know what’s coming.