"You sure you're OK to drive?" asked her friend Sue. "You could always crash with one of us and head home tomorrow."

Cheryl shook her head as she got into her car, feeling hornier than drunk, full of self-confidence in her ability to drive home. She fired up her car and took off towards the turnpike, the car weaving slightly in the road as she struggled to stay straight, the alcohol affecting her vision and judgment.

Cheryl laughed as she drove, thinking of the fun that they had that night, her foot pressing down on the accelerator as the car sped through the sleepy town. As late as it was, most lights were out and there was not much activity on the street. Growing sleepier as she went, the car steamed along the shaky path that she was guiding it down. She did not notice the patrol car as it moved in behind her.

"Looks like another one," shrugged David to his partner Jessica. They had had their share of dunk drivers lately, and they pulled in behind the weaving car to watch for a second. "Let's give it a minute to see."

They had both been working for a couple of years with the small police department, the local office understaffed and limited. The town was small, and there really were not that many problems, apart from speeding and drunk drivers, so the police force was adequate for the issues that arose. David and Jessica had been paired together as they were around the same age, and they were the only ones who were brave enough to work the long hours of the overnight shift. They had become lovers after working together a short while, a secret, torrid affair that they kept quiet from the rest of the force

The music was blaring from Cheryl's car stereo as his car surged on, weaving slightly to the left and the right, but feeling to her like she was driving fine. She noticed a car behind her, but her mind did not even register that it may have been a police car. She continued on, her wheels vibrating as she crossed over the reflector's that were imbedded in the pavement on the outside of the lane.

"We should stop the car," suggested Jessica, her concern for the driver's safety far outweighing the idea of waiting to confirm if the person was driving drunk or not. "Come on, the car has crossed the median several times." She called it in on the radio as her partner hit the lights.

"Shit......damn!" cursed Cheryl when she saw the flashing lights. She reached for her purse and a breath mint as she pulled over......(cont)