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“Crime stoppers pays rewards.”

“Yes, but they didn’t mention a reward.”

“Did they give a number to call?”

“Yes, but I didn’t write it down, I didn’t
think Cassidy was a suspect till now.”

“I’ll Google it on my phone, you keep her
talking and I’ll see what I can do. Maybe we can pick up some extra
cash.”

Cassidy left the gas station and walked back
to the car. “I had to pee so bad,” she said pushing on her bladder
making a joke.

The three women got back in the car and
headed down the highway. It was a hot June afternoon and the
air-conditioning hardly made a dent in the temperature. The radio
was tuned to an F.M. country station that bored the shit out of
Cassidy, but being a good passenger she didn’t say anything. She
longed for some dance music. The backseat was a great place to lie
back and rest. It was a bench seat and very comfortable. All she
needed now was a good book to pass the time, maybe at the next gas
station she’d see if she could find one.

“How’s it going back there?” Rhonda asked
from the driver’s seat.

“Fine,” Cassidy replied. “This seat is way
too comfortable,” she joked.

“So where did you come from? I mean before we
picked you up?”

Cassidy had to scramble for a believable
reply. “I was evicted from my apartment, I lost my job at the
factory and had to move out.”

“Why didn’t you contact your husband? Why not
move back home?”

“There are some issues I’d rather not
discuss, personal stuff.”

“Oh I understand, men can be real pricks,”
Rhonda replied.

“No, it’s not that, but I can’t go into the
details.”

“I won’t ask again, no problem,” Rhonda
asked.

Just then Missy piped in, “Have you ever been
in jail?”

Shocked at the brashness of her question,
Cassidy paused for a moment to think of a good answer. She didn’t
want to say the first stupid thing that came to mind. But then she
didn’t want to pause too long and make the women suspicious that
she was making shit up. “Yes, twice actually,” Cassidy replied.

“For what?” Missy asked.

“Shoplifting when I was nineteen, and
assault.”

“Who did you assault?”

“The girl my husband was seeing before we
were married. We were engaged and he was cheating on me.”

“Holy shit, he was cheating on you? He must
have balls.”

“Oh, he’s not a bad looking man, he gets hit
on all the time.”

“So why aren’t you home now defending
him?”

“Defending him?”

“From the bitches who want to take him from
you.”

“I decided a long time ago that if he really
wants to fuck other women, so be it, I can’t control that. If he
loves me, he will be faithful, if not, fuck it.”

“No one is faithful honey, no man or woman.
Everyone wants to fuck who they aren’t supposed to fuck. It’s human
nature. Marriage is a joke and a waste of time.”

“Is that why you’re divorced?” Cassidy
asked.

“Yes, he fucked around on me too many times.
Couldn’t take that shit anymore. If I wasn’t good enough for him
then fuck it, he could find someone else. I’m worth more than
that.”

“Yes you are, nobody should have to put up
with that kind of abuse,” Cassidy replied. “How bad was he?”

“Let’s put it this way, the last time he got
caught he was fucking his sons boy scout masters wife in their hot
tub while the kids were in the other room.”

“What kind of sick fuck does that?” Cassidy
asked.

“Yeah, he’s a fucking dog. Can’t stay out of
other women’s pussies.”

“I feel sorry for you.”

“Don’t, I don’t feel sorry for me anymore, I
got the fuck out.”

Feeling uncomfortable with the conversation,
Cassidy tried to change the subject. “How much further to Oklahoma
City?” she asked.

“Three hours,” Rhonda replied. “Where are you
going to stay once we get there?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” Cassidy
replied.

“How can you live your life like that? Not
knowing where you’re going to sleep, or how you’re going to eat?
Are you rich or something?”

“If I were rich I wouldn’t be hitchhiking,”
Cassidy replied with a chuckle.

“I can hook you up with a place to stay
overnight, then you can look for a job in the morning. How do you
plan to get around?”

“I have two feet,” Cassidy replied. “And my
cell phone.”

“I tell you what, in the morning I’ll take
you two a couple places I used to work at. You look like the kind
of girl they’d hire on the spot. You could be earning five hundred
by tomorrow night.’

“That would be perfect, I really appreciate
the help,” Cassidy replied.

Then everyone heard a siren and automatically
looked out the rear window.

“Fuck, are you speeding?” Missy asked.

“Rhonda looked at her speedometer and
freaked, “Son of a bitch! I’m doing seventy five. Why didn’t you
tell me I was speeding?” She then let off on the gas, applied the
brake and moved the car from the highway to the shoulder and
stopped. She then rolled down her window and started searching her
purse for her driver’s license. The police car pulled up behind her
and for a long time set motionless. A few minutes later an Oklahoma
State Patrol officer exited his vehicle and approached the Grand Am
on the driver’s side. Rhonda sat nervous and quiet license in
hand.

“Hello ma’am,” the officer said politely.

“Hello officer,” Rhonda replied.

“The reason I pulled you over was for
excessive speed. This highway is posted sixty five and I clocked
you at ten miles an hour over that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize I was
speeding.”

“That can happen on long drives, do you have
cruise control?” the officer asked. “Yes, but I don’t know how to
use it, this isn’t my car, I borrowed it from a friend.”

“May I see your driver’s license,
registration and proof of insurance?”

Rhonda knew her driver’s license was expired
and she knew she was fucked. She had to think fast if she was going
to avoid jail, so she nervously slid her license down the front of
her shorts in full view of the male officer.

“What are you doing ma’am?” the officer
asked.

“If you want my license, you have to get it
yourself,” Rhonda said with a smile.

“No, you need to hand me the license, you do
realize that my dash camera is recording as well as my microphone.
This can all be used in court, so please hand me your driver’s
license.”

“I’m not stopping you from getting my
license, I showed you where it is, if you choose not to get it,
that’s not my problem.”

“If you do not produce your license in the
next few seconds, I will place you under arrest for driving without
a license.”

“Bullshit, I showed you my license.”

“You showed me a license, I have no idea who
it belongs to. I’m losing my patients.”

Knowing the officer was right, Rhonda
scrambled to come up with a new idea. With the dash camera and his
microphone recording, she had to find a way to make the officer
look bad. “I would appreciate it if you would stop looking at my
tits,” Rhonda said loud enough for everyone to hear. She was lying
but wanted to get it on tape.

“What are you talking about?” the officer
asked.

“I don’t like the way you are staring at my
breasts, please get away from me you pervert.”

“I’m not looking at your breasts,” the
officer replied. “If this is some attempt to get out of a ticket,
it will fail.”

“Look girls, he has a boner, look at his
pants!” Rhonda said louder. “I think he wants to rape us!”

The officer stepped away from the car and
clicked his shoulder microphone calling the dispatcher. He then
came back to the car. “I have back up coming, including a female
officer. I will wait until she arrives to finish this stop. Until
then, turn off the car and wait.”

Knowing she was in deeper shit, Rhonda began
to panic. “Wait a second,” she said and motioned for the officer to
come back. “I’ll make you a deal, you call off the backup, and I’ll
give you the best blow job you ever had.”

The officer said nothing, just looked at
Rhonda like she was nuts.

“Give me ten minutes and it will be the best
ten minutes of your day. I bet your wife doesn’t even suck dick
does she?” Rhonda asked.

The officer stood still, no response.

Rhonda was starting to feel sick from her
nerves and got a knot in her stomach. She felt like she might throw
up any time.

“What are you doing?” Missy asked in a
whisper.

“My license is expired, and this car has
drugs hidden all over inside.”

“Drugs?” Cassidy asked from the back seat.
“What kind of drugs?”

“Pot, meth, coke, you name it. Hidden in the
wheel wells, the dashboard, in the seats, all over.”

“Whose car is this?”

“It’s my boyfriend’s car, he let me borrow
it.”

“Why the fuck would he let you drive his car
knowing all those drugs were hidden inside?” Cassidy asked.

“Keep it down!” Rhonda snapped back. “He is
recording.”

The car went silent for a while as the three
women contemplated how fucked they really were. The officer
continued to stand guard next to the Grand Am and wait for his
backup to arrive. It was late afternoon and the sun was starting to
head to the West and everyone was getting agitated and hungry. Then
backup arrived.

Another Oklahoma State Patrol car pulled up
in front of the Grand Am and parked with its lights on. Out stepped
a very large black female officer with a tight short haircut and
black sunglasses. She approached the Grand Am and stood next to the
male officer and chatted with him for a moment. Then she walked
over to the driver’s door and looked down at Rhonda. “License,
registration and proof of insurance please?” she asked.

Rhonda pulled her license out from down her
shorts and handed it to the officer. The officer took a look and
said, “This is expired.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Rhonda said.

“I’m not your momma, tell it to the judge,
get out of the car,” the female officer commanded. “You two as
well,” she said to Missy and Cassidy.

The three women exited the Grand Am and were
directed to face the car. “Spread your legs,” she said and patted
them down one by one. She then proceeded to cuff Rhonda and direct
the male officer to place her in her patrol car. “What are you two
ladies doing with her?” the female officer asked.

“She’s a friend,” Missy replied. Cassidy
didn’t say a word.

“How about you?” the officer asked
Cassidy.

“I’m just along for the ride,” Cassidy
replied.

“You some sort of nomad or something?” the
officer asked. “What do you mean you’re along for the ride?”

“Am I under arrest?” Cassidy asked.

“No.”

“Then I’d rather not answer your
questions.”

Taken aback, the female officer replied, “So
be that way, I don’t care.”

“Can we go now?” Cassidy asked, trying to be
polite.

“Yes you can, do you have a driver’s
license?” the officer asked. Neither women answered. “If you don’t
have a valid driver’s license, you best not be getting in that car
and driving. You hear me?”

“Yes, we hear you,” Cassidy snapped back.

“It’s thirty miles to the next town, fifteen
to the next gas station. If you need a ride I can take you to the
gas station.”

“That would be great,” Cassidy said.

“You’ll have to sit in the back with your
friend. I can’t have anyone sitting up front with me.”

Cassidy nodded and got in the back seat next
to Rhonda, Missy got in as well and shut the door. They had to
leave the Grand Am behind, but Cassidy didn’t care, it wasn’t her
car. She was only pissed that she wasn’t going to get introduced to
the club owners for dancing jobs. She was down to her last six
hundred dollars and needed to find work soon. As for now, she was
just hoping no one would find the drugs in car, all she wanted to
do was get to the gas station and hook up another ride to Oklahoma
City.

Cassidy and Missy were dropped off at the gas
station by the officer who took Rhonda back to Oklahoma City to be
booked. It seemed stupid that the officer couldn’t take them all,
but then the officer said she wasn’t a taxi and the gas station was
all she was willing to do. At the gas station, Cassidy picked out a
hot dog from the hot dog rack and a slice of greasy pepperoni
pizza. Missy grabbed some chips and a diet soda. Then they heard
something right out of an episode of COPS.

“Give me the money,” they heard from near the
cash register. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing, a real
life convenience store robbery. Both women ducked behind the donut
bin and watched what was going on. The cashier pushed a few buttons
and out popped her cash drawer, she pulled out all the bills and
handed them to the robber who jammed them into his pocket and ran
out the door.

Disappointed, the two women walked over to
the cashier and asked what just happened.

The clerk replied, “He said he had a gun and
wanted money, so I gave it to him.”

“You better call the cops,” Missy said.

“I pressed the silent alarm, they should be
here in fifteen minutes.”

“How about the license plate? Did you get
that?”

“The whole lot is on camera, so is his
face.”