'You know, I should probably bring you in for this shitload of grass.' he said. Red-handed, I gave him the huge bag of marijuana I'd been planning to use in my weekend of fun. Then, he noticed the huge bag of grass on the passenger seat, right on top of a pile of Honcho magazines. I wanted to hear him talk dirty to me all night as he made me do filthy things. ''Coz doing seventy on the freeway.that's gonna get you in trouble' he said. 'You in a hurry or something there?' he asked me. In spite of the bad situation, I was horny. He was a big guy, very muscled, with a trim waist. He hadn't taken off his motorcycle helmet. He was wearing dark glasses, although it was late. He then walked slowly towards my car, not in a hurry. The cop sped in front of me and gestured for me to pull over. There was no car on the road, so I floored the gas, doing almost seventy. I had a few beers and was speeding down the freeway for a weekend of fun.
