Busted!

Oh shit!" she thought as she pulled over.

The uniformed officer approached her car.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could I see your license, registration and proof of insurance?"

Melissa got the necessary documents and handed them to the patrolman.

He walked back to his car to run her information. Minutes later, he returned.

"Miss Melissa, the computer says that you are currently in the work release program?"

She nods. "Yes, I'm on my way back from work right now."

"Well, that's what I figured, but one thing seems a bit off. You work down in Parkland, and it's a straight shot on Route 12 to the WR center. However, you are miles from Route 12. How come?"

Melissa stammered, but figured she better be honest. "Um, I... I stopped at my house to pick up these books."

The officer shook his head. "You DO understand that you are only to go from the facility to work and straight back, NO STOPS are permitted."

The brunette was frightened. "I know, I'm sorry... I just wanted to get-"

"Those books, you already said that" as the policeman finished her sentence. He looked into the car and looked over Melissa.

"Well, we have a problem here. I was only going to give you a citation for speeding, however, if I were to do that the fact of where you were driving would come up. I think I am going to have to report you to the facility and the court will likely revoke your work release sentence and send you to jail." He lifts up his hat and looks at her right in the eye. "Unless... we could work something out??"

Work what out?