IF IT WOULD PLEASE THE COURT
BY Sizzlebuns
The red and blue lights came from out of nowhere as my bike was purring down the Michigan interstate. I glanced down and watched the speedometer fall from over 90, as I hit the brakes. Crap this wasn't going to be good. The spotlight broke through the midnight darkness and blinded me as I stepped off the bike. A female voice came from the speaker
"Remove your helmet and step to the front of the patrol car."
I hung the helmet off the mirror and stepped to the car, my hands spread wide apart.
"Place your hands on the hood of the car and stay in that position."
I did so and waited for several seconds then heard the door open and the crunching of gravel as the officer approached. Still blinded by the light I could not make out anything but a dark form approaching me.
"Put your hands behind your back."
I did so feeling the heat from the hood of the cruiser as I lay against it. The snapping of the cuffs made my stomach knot up.
"This is just a precaution, do you know how fast you were going?"
"Not really 75 maybe?"
"lol "Yea maybe, try 93. Have you been drinking?"
"No Maam."
"Do you have a weapon on you?"
"Yes Maam, I have a concealed carry permit."
"Stay in position." Her hands worked up the right leg of my leather chaps and down the left leg patting me down. As she started up my side she felt the hard outline of my pistol under my left arm and the spare magazines hanging under my right. "I am going to help you to your feet, I suggest you don't try anything."
"No maam, I won't."
She pulled on my shoulders with strong hands bringing me upright and backed me up against the front of the car. For the first time I could see the officer that stopped me. She was tall, taller than my 5'10" more like 6'4".
"Now, I am going to remove your pistol and put it on the hood of the car, stay still, no sudden moves."
"Yes maam." She unsnapped the leather vest and unbuttoned the shirt, reaching in she pulled the pistol from the tactical vest, laid it and the two magazines on the hood of the car.
"Any other weapons?"
"No Maam."
"Are you sure because I am going to search your bike and if I find anything you haven't told me about this can get ugly."
"No Maam only the one on the hood."
"Ok, I need to see your driver's license and your concealed carry permit. Where do you carry them?"
"The inside pocket of my vest Maam."
She reached in taking the wallet and opening it on the hood, retrieving the both of them she keyed the mike, relaying my information to the dispatcher. As she waited for the information to be returned she asked:
"Where are you heading so late at night."
"To Fowler Michigan Maam, to see my girlfriend. I can't really afford a motel and I am not real keen on sleeping on one of your benches at your rest areas."
"No I would not advise anyone to do that. Why were you driving so fast?"
"Well even though it is summer it isn't the warmest out here, I was just trying to get there."
She raised her hand for me to be silent as the radio dispatcher came back letting her know I had a clean record.
"OK, I am going to put you in the back of the patrol car as I search your bike."
She steered me to the back door and putting her hand on my head helped me to get seated without cracking my head. I watched as she walked forward in the spotlight so tall and authoritive, mmmmm. I wondered what I would tell her when she found the leather Tawse, and the new Lexon paddle I had bought for Samantha. Even worse, what I would say when she found the new strap-on toy I had bought for her. I watched as she pulled item after item out of the bags and laid them on the hood of the cruiser. She stopped suddenly, and looked at me through the windshield. She pulled the Lexon paddle out and swished it through the air twice and laid it on the hood. As she pulled the Tawse from the bag her hands caressed it like it was something she was used to. She brought the leather to her nose and inhaled the smell. I didn't see her pull out the Strap-on because my face was in my hands so ashamed. The sound of the door opening brought me back to the reality of what was happening.
"Step out of the car."
Again she helped me out and brought me to the front of the car.
"I thought you said you had no other weapons?" Her fingers traced the strap-on though its new package. "Well?" She picked up the Tawse. "No weapons at all you said."
"Yes well, I, I wasn't really considering..."