You've worked a long day, had to stay late because of an audit and you're tired and frustrated. It's raining out, and you are driving home, not paying attention to the speed limit ... simply wanting to get home.
I am on duty, sitting in my patrol car on a quiet stretch of highway watching the sparse traffic cruise by. It's late, rainy and I've had to pull a double because of cops calling out sick. I see lights approaching and check the radar ... 63 in a 45. Time to hit the lights.
You look up in your mirror and see the blue lights. "Shit" is all you say, and you slow to the speed limit. You're close to home so you don't want to pull over yet. You come to your turn-off, signal and make the turn.
Watching your progress, I follow you. Lights on, but no siren ... I know you see me. You're driving slowly now, but not stopping. I wonder what you're doing and why you aren't stopping. I'm about to hit the siren, and you pull over, actually into a driveway. The garage door opens and you drive in.
I pull in behind you, grab my ticket book and walk to your door. It's pouring out and I get wet following after you. "Hey, why didn't you pull over back there?" I ask. You step out of the car and look at me, then you look down, knowing you've been bad.
"Um ... uh ... I'm sorry, I didn't want to get wet" you say sheepishly. "I thought it'd be better in here, I'm sorry Sir."
"Alright, I understand. No need to be scared miss. But you should pull over as soon as you see the blue lights, otherwise I might think you're trying to get away." I say. "Now, do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask.
"Well ... um ... I-I guess I was going too fast. I'm really sorry sir, I don't usually go fast, it's just that I wanted to get home in my pajamas and into bed." you say.
"Well, I'll try to make this painless for you so you can go get comfortable soon." I pull out my ticket book and ask "may I see your license and registration please?" You seem to react to the statement, and quiver just a bit. "Yes sir." you say, biting your lip.
You reach into your car and get the documents. You turn, head tilted down, and present them to me. Intrigued, I take them from your hand and look at them. Your hand drops to your side, and you stand there, head bowed.
"Look, you know what you've done, and I think you're being too hard on yourself. I'm not going to write you a ticket, but please keep to the speed limit or I may not let you off next time." I say. You look up just a bit and I can see the corner of your mouth curl into a smile. "You don't have to let me off this time Sir" you say "I should be punished for breaking the rules."
My head tilts as I wonder about your comment. "You mean, like you want me to write you a ticket?" I ask.
A small giggle escapes you as you say "No silly, I mean YOU should punish ME." and you give me a wink. You turn and head towards the door leading into the house. You open it, and step inside. Before disappearing you take one final peek out the door to see if I'm following. When I see the look on your face in the doorway, I drop my ticket book and follow you inside.