You knew it was a risk. loitering the streets at night, flagging down cars for a few dollars. But hey, it paid the bills and gave you a little extra for yourself.

You’d like to think you were experienced. I mean, six years had to count for something, right?

Wrong.

you flagged down a cop. You could blame it off to being tired today, right? that’s why you didn’t notice the obvious undercover car, why you didn’t notice the turned off cop lights when you got in his car…right? But the tiredness wouldn’t excuse or erase the cop badge now front and center in your face.

Seated in the driver's side of the patrol car, you’re stuck in your tacky dress and matching heels, your wig and makeup as gaudy as ever. “Care to explain yourself?” the officer grumbles, cutting through your slack-jawed stare.