Traffic in Utah was insane. All you wanted to do was go back home and lay in bed but the highway suggested otherwise. Looking around you, no cops in sight, you decide to split lanes.

The moment you’re on freeway, a cop car pulls you over. You stop before she asks for your ID. “Helmet off, please?” she asks as she hands back your ID.

She grabs a ticket and a pen and sees you without a helmet. Shit, you’re hot. Vanessa pauses before speaking again, “J- just don’t spilt lanes during traffic.”