Frisked Stories

Jennifer Carmichael looked at her speedometer when she saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rearview mirror and heard the siren behind her.  She had been going nearly seventy-five miles per hour.  She slowed down and pulled to the side of the road.  She waited a few moments as the small town deputy approached her car and asked her for her license and registration.  She handed it to him and smiled. “Do you know how...

I looked down at my phone, pretending to swipe and type every now and again – you know, like any other normal student in this rather unspectacular lecture on political sociology – but really, the device was showing nothing but a small digital clock in the upper left corner and my own reflection. My mirror image in the glossy black plastic looked… nervous. Did I look nervous? Or scared? Antsy? Embarrassed? Horny? All of th...

I went on through the next week as if nothing had happened between Deputy Williams and I. I walked the dogs every evening as usual. I may have walked with more swing in my ass, but that is beside the point.Deputy Williams stuck to his usual script. He cruised the main drag. The only thing that changed is that he didn't pull over and make smart ass remarks. What he did do was slow down in his cruiser and follow along side...