nkling behind my eyes . I drift out of my reverie to see the flashing blue and red lights behind me and I jump. I look down at the speedometer - 110 mph! Now my stomach is filled with butterflies. I slow the car and guide it slowly towards the shoulder of the freeway, glancing nervously at my flushed face and neck in the rearview mirror. Oh God, why have you forsaken me? I think miserably, but not without a touch of wistful amusement at the irony. I watch the cop marching towards my car like a Nazi on parade and I know there will be no talking or crying my way out of this one. I only pray he doesnt make me get out of the car, though perhaps the dampness between my thighs would persuade him to let me off. As I take a deep breath and reach for my license, I hear the taunting, teasing voice over the rolling guitar . KEEP A-COOLIN, BABY, KEEP A-COOLIN, BABY Cool? I shake my head with a smile. Oh no. Quite warm, in fact ..
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