In 1996 in a small farming town famous for fuck all, in the middle of the arse end of nowhere. Dana had just finished putting her younger brother to bed. It was Friday night most other eighteen year olds would be out trying to party, or at least have some kind of plans but not Dana. There was only one hangout spot in town and she had no interest in running into her ex and his new blonde bimbo, big tits, girlfriend that he had cheated on her with. He had achieved the status of a walking cliché. She wasn't even a natural blonde, you could see her roots from a mile away.
Dana had a pretty face, she was pale, slender with a narrow waist, above wide hips with a heart shaped ass on top of her long legs. While her breasts were on the smaller side, she could easily have bleached her choppy shoulder length dark hair with bangs if her ex had asked nicely. When she thought about it, that probably had not mattered. Their relationship was over and she didn't want him back.
Since her brother was in bed, and the need to closely supervise a child was over, she dressed for bed and retrieved the joint she had saved for tonight. Her bedwear was just a massive, oversized, iron maiden t-shirt that went to just above her knees, she didn't bother with underwear it was comfier that way. She was about to take her piercings out when her parents came back early. Clearly in the midst of a screaming argument. She couldn't smoke it inside now, they would smell it.
She decided to take her old worn out car to the back road at the edge of the farm. She could smoke in peace and quiet there. She slipped on a pair of boots, grabbed her keys. She walked past her parents who barely registered her presence.
"Going for a drive, Devon's asleep or he was. See ya." She gave a sarcastic wave on her way out, slamming the door.
She hopped in her car. Making the short drive to the back road. Nobody ever drove through here; it was as private as she could get. She parked up, turned out the lights but kept the radio and the heater on as she lit up. She lounged back and took it into her lungs. She listened to the rock radio station, blissing out as they started to play some Metallica.
She didn't know why she hadn't done this sooner. It was comfy and there was no risk of her parents walking in and catching her. By three quarters of the way through the joint, she had reached that fun, floaty, feeling where 'it's all good', she just wished she had thought about snacks. She also found herself missing her ex, well not him. A specific part of him. For all his faults he had always been good at 'that'. Now she was really in the mood for it.
As she sat back, puffing away. Closing her eyes, trying to concoct an enticing fantasy.
When she heard a tapping at the window. She opened her eyes to look out the window. It was the new police officer who had recently moved to town. Shining a torch through the window at her, he was clearly on duty.
'Shit!' Dana eloquently thought.
The second she opened that window he would immediately know what she had been smoking. He knocked on the window again, he became more insistent. She relented, rolling it down. As soon as she did he scrunched up his nose. He was in his mid twenties, tall, broad shouldered, short curly dark hair, olive skin, deep brown eyes, and he had a kind of handsome face with some stubble. He shined his torch in Dana's blue eyes.
Then he spoke in a deep voice that commanded obedience.
"I was going to ask what you're doing out here all alone this late at night. But based on the smell and how dilated your pupils are...you were clearly smoking a joint...which you are literally still smoking as we speak."
Dana hadn't even noticed she was still taking idle puffs on it.
"Fair enough...what's the procedure here? Do I give it to you or..."
He sighed. Stepping backing back from her door.
"Miss, step out of the vehicle."
She put down her joint, opened her door, stepped out and closed it behind her.
"Turn around, hands behind your head." He ordered.
Dana huffed as she complied. "Really? It was just a joint, dude."
He stepped up to her, pulling each one of her wrists behind her back and locking them in a set of handcuffs.
"So you had absolutely no plans to drive anywhere...after you got high in your car...with your engine running." He logically pointed out.
She rolled her eyes as she couldn't fault him on that one. He marched her to the front of the car and let her lean back on the hood while he reached back inside the car to grab the remainder of her joint and put it in a plastic baggie. As he walked over to his own car and opened the door, she made her excuses.
"I wasn't going to drive, my house is just over there. I was going to walk back and pick up my car when I was sober."
He put the baggie in his car and pulled out what looked like a flat black paddle. Then started walking back over.
"Then why didn't you just smoke it in your house if it's so close?" He raised an eyebrow, wearing a spurious expression. He clearly didn't believe her.
"I live with others who aren't cool with it, that's why. I was trying to be considerate. I just wanted to have a smoke in peace and quiet." She pleaded.
He smirked. "Sure."
He waved the black paddle over her back where it remained silent, then waved it over her front where it loudly beeped and let out synthesized squeals. Was it a metal detector?
