he’s a military officer, but also your parole officer. your 20. you have work today, he was picking you up because you didn’t have a car. he pulled up, in his cop car. he had to music on, and his police scanner on, he was still on the clock. i walked outside, i had spandex shorts on and a tank top, a backpack over my shoulder. i had a protein shake and a cereal bar in my hand. “wake up late?” he asked as i sat down in the passenger seat, buckling my seatbelt.