It was a beautiful summer day in Indiana, and Allyson couldn't help but let her hair down while driving to feel the breeze through her hair. She had an exotic beauty that got her noticed by most guys but a ferociousness that kept most guys that she found attractive at bay. She had a look in her eye that could be both young and innocent look, and the look that could make most people cringe in fear. With her long brown curly hair that was streaked with crimson and gold, she could play the girl next door, or the vixen in a forgotten fantasy. Allyson had the usual Indiana accent as well, the part southern Belle, part inner city ghetto, she quaintly called it Hillbilly ghetto. She hadn't had a real boyfriend in a long time and being in EMS where most of the guys were married on the prowl, or just plan looking for their kicks she took advantage.
Recently she had gotten into a relationship so when she had found that a certain someone, she met at one of the many hospitals, had caught her eye, she felt that it was her bad luck for her to meet this man now in her life. It was a police officer with dark eyes and dark features, just like her current boyfriend. First time she met him she thought, wow they could be twins, they even had the same tone in their voice. He kept showing up at her destinations to strike up chats with her. She kept it cool, and didn't show her true interests, she just thought it was interesting that he kept showing up unexpectedly at the hospitals, always with an excuse that he was there to subdue a psych patient that was on a rampage, or to chat with other officers about something totally unimportant. She then thought that it would definitely be entertaining to have her boyfriend, and his look-a-like in bed.
That had been going on for about 3 weeks, and today she was off work and going for a drive on one of the many back country roads around where she lives in the country. There are no real speed limits on these roads, so when the CD she was listening to was changing songs and she started really paying attention and looked in her rear view mirror it was to her surprise to see an unmarked police cruiser behind her with their lights on. She didn't know how long the cruiser was behind her, she just knew it was going to be a pain on this road to pull over to make sure that if, and it was a big if, someone drove past not to damn near hit her car or the police officers'.
She pulled over as far as she could and got out her normal routine of license and registration, and turning down the blaring music of her radio. She took a deep breath knowing she was probably speeding yet again.
She wasn't paying attention; she was enjoying her loud music, driving in her new convertible with the top down. She waited patiently for the officer to make his condescending approach to the car. She took a deep breath, staring at the steering wheel she said, "Here you go officer, I don't know how fast I was going, and I don't know the speed limit out here, so do what you will to me." She didn't look up until she heard his voice, and she was even more shocked when realization hit her.
"Ma'am I would watch who you say 'do what you will' to." He was looking like a Greek god right at that moment, sunlight just behind his head when she looked up, dark skin, sincere look in his eyes, and a smile across his lips. She knew before she read on his nametag, his voice to her was unmistakable. It was her police officer, Officer J. Sheppard the name tag had said the first time she looked at it, she had memorized everything about his features, his smile, the way he looked when he was upset, and the warmth on his face every time he managed to cross Allyson's path. She was so stunned at that moment she couldn't speak; she had wanted a chance alone with him since the moment they met, just to see how much alike to her boyfriend he really was.
J had noticed he had shocked Allyson, her mouth was hanging open, and she seemed to have stopped breathing. He became alarmed and said, "Allyson, are you O.K.?"
She stammered for a couple seconds blinked a few times before she could make a complete sentence. She said, "Yeah, I'm great, but why are you out in my neck of the woods? Indy is a bit far from here, and aren't you on duty?"
He looked at her with a questioning look on his face eyebrow cocked up high for effect and he said, "Yes, I am on duty, I work this area too now, and that's why I pulled you over, you were going 15 mph over the speed limit, and your driver's side tail light is out."
Allyson was one to check for those things on her car and knew that the taillight wasn't out unless it was a brake light, she was thinking fast and asked, "How long have you been following me?"
He looked almost smug, and said, "Not long, but long enough to know you were having fun driving at break neck speeds down a country road with the top down, I'm surprised you even noticed me when you did, I thought I was going to have to chirp my siren at you."
That's about the time she looked at him with her best puppy dog look and said, "J, you aren't really going to give me a ticket are you? That would really ruin this beautiful day"
He looked around for a moment, and said, "Give me a minute, since I already radioed this in, so I have to say something and run your information."
She smiled at him, and watched him walk back to his cruiser, but then deflated. She knew she had some past driving offenses but most of them should be off her record. She couldn't help the need for speed she had and when she owned a decent car that could handle curves at 40 mph like she did now, she took those curves at 40, instead of the suggested 20 mph. She sat there and lit a cigarette, trying to calm her nerves, She hadn't realized until right then that she was actually getting turned on by this whole interaction with J. She had always thought he was handsome, and had a bad boy look that even the police uniform couldn't hide. The uniform actually enhanced that quality. She had mentioned to her boyfriend that she wanted to act out a fantasy while he was dressed as a cop. She had finished her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray that was in the dash, thinking I'm going to play good girl and not flick it out into the field.