I was heading home and in a hurry. Suddenly I saw the blue light from behind. Shit, I was being pulled over. I started to sweat as I slowed down to the side of the road. I knew I was in serious trouble as I had my license revoked two months prior.

I rolled down the window and asked "what is the problem, Sir?" "You were going 78 in a 60 zone, license and registration now." He was big, strikingly handsome, dark blond and in obviously great condition, around 35 years old or so. I gave him the papers. He went back to the car and within two minutes was back. "Get out of the car now!" "You have no license and are under arrest, everything you say can and will be held against you!" "Turn around!". His bark was menacing. He cuffed my wrists and pushed me into the back of the vehicle.

"You are in a lot of trouble, boy! We don"t take kindly to this sort of crap around here. You will be punished!" "Sir, please, where are you taking me?" I was shaking. "Shut up!"

Officer Campbell pulled off the freeway and eventually we turned down a dark dirt road. We approached a dimly lit building that looked like a service station of sorts. He opened the door, grabbed me and took me inside. There was a table with another police officer sitting and smoking. He was big, mean looking, probably forty or so, a good 6"3" with a menacing glare. "This punk was speeding without a license, Captain!" "Really? What is your name, shithead?" I blurted out "Rob, Sir, please I will pay whatever fines I need to." "You will pay fines all right but not by check." He got on the phone and called another officer.