As Misty drove her Mustang across the lonesome Mississippi countryside. Pushing a fast 70 M.P.H. Anxous to get home. The party lasted way to long she thought. Blue lights appeared behind her. She pulls over and lights a cigarette. Hopeing it would kill the smell of the alcholl on her breath. The cop was at her door. She rolls the window down letting the toxic smoke of her cigarette out mixed with the beers and the Chenelle #5 she was wearing.

” I Need to see your iicense please.” She fumbles through her purse. And hands them over. She gets the fealing he’s checking her out. His eyes go right to her low cut gray top. She pulls her coat to cover her busty breasts. He returns to his squad car to call dispatch. She waits nerveously knowing her previous d.u.i. and drug possesion will show up on her record. But she also was wondering when our small town hired a black cop. He returns.

“Mrs. Jones I’ll need you to step out of the car.”

“Why?”

“I need to give you a sobriety test.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Get out now!” She carefully gets out and follows him to the front of his car. He puts her through the paces walking a streight line toe to heel counting out loud. Balanceing on one foot then the other. The finger to nose thing.

“Mrs. Jones your under arrest for drunk driveing.”

“I’m not drunk like this is hard to do in high heels..” She protests with her hands on her hipps. He shines his flashlight down at her feet and studies her 4 inch peep toe pumps. A light cold rain begins to fall.

“Take them off and try again.”

“Ugh……no way its cold and wet out here. I got a new pair of hose on.” She complains

“Hands on your head spread your leggs.” She asumes the pose and he frisks her.