She drove along the quiet country road, basking in the warm sun through the windscreen. She was looking forward to the walk through the trees in the woods a few miles further on. The day was so warm that she hadn’t put on a bra under her dark green tee-shirt dress, which only came half way down her thighs. At the last moment when she sat into the hot car, she had slipped off her panties. She wanted to feel the air between her legs, murmuring through her hair as she walked. She imagined her lover, so many miles away, watching her body move sinuously as she made her way through the woods.
Suddenly her phone beeped. Could that possibly be a text message from him? She didn’t think so, but took the phone out of the bag on the seat beside her just to see. She urgently pressed the buttons. As she guessed, a bloody O2 message and not the one she longed for at all.
Distracted by her disappointment regarding the message, she suddenly became aware of a traffic policeman waving at her to stop. He had stepped out from the side of the road just ahead of her, holding a radar speed gun. She glanced down at the dash-board. With a start she discovered that she was travelling at 55 miles an hour. She braked quickly and pulled in to the side where the cop was now standing in the middle of the road.
“Do you realise what speed you were travelling at?” the cop asked, as he leaned in towards the open window.