This is not right.

A spark ignites behind your eyes. You walk back to the car. You look inside. Anne is a mess. She is trying to clean up. She is near tears. You glance at the cop, the pig. Hatred burns. He is entering his car. You enter yours. You sit down. Anne looks at you. Her eyes are pouring. “I did it to protect you,” she cries. You reach across to buckle her in. She cringes as your arm nears her. She is afraid. You look at her with pity. You buckle yourself in. You think about how wonderful these old cars are; the ones from before the gas crisis, when they were road tanks, monsters of the asphalt, roaming like dinosaurs, and the heaviest and strongest ruled.

You change gears. Your foot presses the pedal against the metal. Five hundred horses awaken and stamp. Your car hurdles backwards toward the officer’s car. Anne gasps. The cars collide. You look at Anne. She is ok. The seatbelt held. The officer staggers out of the car. “Get out here you little dick!” With terror, Anne stares at you, “Oh, Dan…” You turn your head twice and crack your neck. “It’s ok Anne.”

You get out of the car. The officer was obviously not wearing a seatbelt. He is weary. You are not. He walks to you as best he can. He gets within inches of your face. “You little piece of Sh…” He did not finish. Your right hand now grips his penis and testicles. His flesh is tender from its crime. Like talons, your fingers dig into his scrotum. The officer reaches for his weapon. Your fingers dig deep and you twist your arm. Tears burst from his eyes. His hand moves away from his weapon. You take it away with your left hand and toss his gun towards your car. “Please stop!” he pleads and wails. Your eyes burn with an icy fire.

“Apologize,” you command.

The officer looks up at you as best he can, “I’m sorry man.”

“NOT TO ME. TO HER!” you shout. You tighten your grip. The officer whimpers. Anne steps out of the car. Her mind cannot comprehend what is happening.

He turns his head to her. “I’m sooorrry,” he wails.

You reach down and rip off his badge. You stuff it in your pocket. “Anne, grab the gun. And let’s go.” You give his balls one last twist before letting go. He is in too much pain to stop you from leaving. You start the car and drive off.

Anne is in shock. You turn to her, “hey Anne is there anything I can do to help?”
She looks back deep into your eyes…