Bound By Desire From Him

It was after two in the morning and Vicki Larson was feeling no pain as she flew down the highway at over eighty miles an hour. She ignored the speed limit signs as they changed from 50 to 40 to 30 miles per hour upon entering the small town of Buford. Her foot stayed smashed on the gas pedal in total disregard for her safety or that of any unlucky passerby. Yes, she had had too much to drink and shouldn't have been driving, but she had told her husband, James, she would be home by midnight. Already two hours late. He was going to be furious.

This wasn't the first time she had come home late from a company business function. She had lost count of the number of times. It had become a major bone of contention between them. She knew he was beginning to suspect that she was having an affair, and although it wasn't true, she sometimes wished it were. Her love life, or what there was of it, had become boring. If James didn't want her, she knew she could have the pick of almost any man in her office. Yet she had resisted their attempts to entice into bed, as difficult as that had been.

Although she and James got along pretty well, sex had become routine and far too infrequent. From her husband's subtle body language she believed he was bored as well. Unfortunately, they had never discussed it. It was obvious that James didn't have the same desire for her anymore. Maybe HE was having an affair, she thought, but why? She was only thirty-two and knew she still looked very good. She kept herself in shape and always dressed sexy--maybe a little too sexy for the office though--but James didn't seem to notice. Damn him!

Suddenly, Vicky was awakened from her thoughts by the sound of a siren. She looked in the mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car.

"Shit!" she screamed pounding on the steering wheel in anger. She slowed the car, pulling to the curb. She sat with her hands on the wheel as she waited for the officer to approach ... she knew the routine. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first time she had been pulled over. She already had five tickets in just the past year for speeding. The last thing she needed was another ... especially with her having drank a few too many at the promotional party for her boss.

She was startled when a black man, wearing civilian clothes opened the door of her car. She felt a bit of fear as he leaned over and said, "Ma am, would you mind stepping out of the car." Then she saw him flash open his badge. "Jamal Washington, Constable, City of Buford," the badge read.

"Officer, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was speeding."

"Ma am, please step out of the car. I clocked you doing eighty in a thirty-mile an hour speed zone. You could have killed yourself or some innocent citizen of Buford," Jamal said seriously. He had a slight Jamaica accent.

Vicky had no choice but to get out of the car. As she put her feet on the ground and stood up she swayed and leaned back against the door.

"Ma'am, have you been drinking?"

"Uh - well, just one or two."

"Just one or two? Then you won't mind taking a Breathalyzer."