Old Friend in the Force
By Eva Hore
Looking into the rear-view mirror, I saw lights flashing. “f**k it.” A cop was sitting right up my arse. Checking the speedometer, I saw I was doing one-forty kilometers per hour.
“s**t, f*****g hell, f*****g i***t,” I swore to myself. How stupid could I be?
After pulling over in the emergency lane, I rolled down the window. I couldn’t see much as it was pitch black. Where the f**k had he been hiding, I wondered. I usually spotted the police before they clocked me, even in the dark. I had instinct and it usually served me well.
Hearing a door slam, I watched the officer saunter towards me in the side mirror. I must admit I always fell for a cop in uniform, the combination of authority and power had my p***y twitching.
When he lowered his head to pe
