JIM’S POV
I crossed my finger that they were not going to check my trunk as I stepped outside.
“Why are you over speeding?” The officer asked as his eyes stared right through me.
“I am so sorry officer,” I decided to be humble.
“You can’t be sorry. This is your life you are joking with. Don’t you care about life?” He asked in a more strict tone.
“No officer, I care about my life. I will not over speed again,” I begged him.
“What are you rushing to do?” He asked me as he walked over to the trunk.
Shit! My palms become all sweaty and I rubbed them on the fabric of my trouser so that he would not notice.
This is where I get busted. My heartbeat quickened as he tried to open the trunk.
“Open the trunk boy, you are wasting my time,” He told me in urgency. Should I run? This was my tim
