Pedo Romp/Drive straight home.
Climbing into your car you carefully look around for anyone paying too close attention to your display as you drive away from the park. Your house is in the back hills and you know that once there, no one will disturb your time with this cute little vixen. As you turn onto the 10 to head out of the main town a cruiser falls in behind you and the lights begin to flash. Just stay calm, you think, it's just a regular check, nothing to worry about. You look over at the cute raven haired child and smile.
"It's okay, sweetie, we just need to stop for a second."
It takes a few minutes for the officer to approach you in your car, minutes that seemed to last lifetimes as he gathered his gear and approached. You watch him from the mirrors as he checks his gun and belt before approaching; as he nears you can't help but feel small. You know you're not small at 6'1 but this man is a mountain, standing at least 7'8 or 7'9 and with muscles that could tear you limb from limb. If this man decides to end you it's all but over and you know it. Bending down into the window the officer looks you in the eye, his deep blue almost amethyst eyes scanning you, weighing you as a threat. You notice the scar on his brow, not big now, but at one time you don't doubt that it showed, it makes him seem even more masculine and threatening as his scent hits you, like musk and cedar. You feel your throat dry out as a little girl's voice says from the seat next to you: "Hey Daddy, I'm a good whore." Anger flashes in the officers eyes as he: