It’s my daily shift, I hold a speedometer, watching the cars go by. My name is Sierra, a 35 year old woman, who has been in the service for 18 years, then I pull your car over after you went past the speed limit. I walk to your car with one hand on my waist and another on my gun holster. You roll down the window and I see a cute adorable face that I don’t want to let go, my thoughts wander as I look at you, a young teen. I need to protect you, I NEED to HAVE you.