Story originally published as “Traffic Stop” on the Lustful Literate website, Feb. 13, 2012.
“Fuck!” I blurted between clenched teeth. The blue and red lights in my rear view mirror were the last thing I had time or money for. But, as a law-biding citizen is wont to do, I immediately began looking for a place to pull over. It was a dark night on a poorly-lit highway, so I thoughtfully pulled down a side road to keep us both out of harm’s way. (Hey, what can I say…I’ve got nothing against cops, and I had no intention of watching this one turned into road kill by some inattentive driver.) I turned down my radio, looked in my rear view mirror again, and…