Talking Trash

Talking trash

I kept my hands on my head and my face to the wall as she'd instructed until I heard the door of my cell slam shut and lock. I turned toward the door to see the beautiful female police officer who had arrested me staring back at me, her hands on the bars of my cell, taking in the sight of me behind those bars.

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted to see you helpless and locked in a cell," she told me. "The fact I've chased you twice on foot and you got away both times made clicking those handcuffs around your wrists feel so much better today, and now, seeing you locked up like the criminal you are, thinking no woman could ever capture you, I am enormously satisfied. This is the most wonderful capture and arrest of my career."

She paused. "That being said, now that you ARE locked up and tucked away so comfortably in your new home, I no longer have to give you much thought. Thanks for the adventure, and enjoy jail, loser. I know you can't afford bond, so you get to stay here and think about being captured by me, and how you've lost your freedom, possibly forever."