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 Suddenly there was a loud bang and my car lurched over to one side with a fl;opping noise up against the inside left fender. Shit, a flat! I'm on a highway somewhere in the Smoky Moutains of Tennessee going home. It was the middle of the night. I managed to pull over to the gravel shoulder that edged the side of an unprotected predipice. There were no lights on this highway and I had no cell phone to call for help, to boot, it was cold and a slight icy drizzle had started to fall. I was screwed! I turned on the emergency lights hoping some passerby would stop and help me. I opened the car trunk to get the spare tire out...surprise! It too was flat.

        It was cold fortunately there was a blanket in the car and I used it to wrap myself in sat there inside the car and wait for help. It didn't take long for sleep to overcome me. I was tired, hungry and pissed off for finding myself in this predicament. Morpheus laid a good dose of sand in my eyes because I dozed off. I thought about my partner waiting for me in Louisville. I was returning home from Atlanta with some medical supplies for our veterinary hospital.

         A tapping on the driver's side window startled and woke me up. It was a highway ptrol officer. I was so wrapped up in sleep thoughts that I wasn't aware of the partrol car pulled up behind me withred and blue lights flashing. He rapped on the window once more and roughly ordered me out of the car. After I explained what happend he seemed a little less rigid and more understanding. He was about six feet tall; the uniform he wore fitted him like a glove, obviously tailor made. He wasn't bad to  look at and had a nice smile with a burnish moustache that laced his upper lip. I looked him up and down and deliberately stayed my eyes just a bit below the official belt buckle insignia of the highway patrol and all that other paraphernalia, including the weapon encircling his waist. His patrol car lights illuminated the dark blue of his pants where rose a mound of great proportions. It looked as if whatever was under thos pants was bursting to get out. When I looked up as I got out of my care his eyes were fixed on me like a predator reay to strike. A burst of tingling sensation evolved in my stomach, like bees homing in on honey. I started to say something but he got serious and said, "Turn around andput your hands behind your back!" I was shocked and in disbelief said, "What did I do?" He returned with, "Please be quiet and do as I tell you." Then he handcuffed me and escorted me to the rear seat of his patrol car.

       I was freakingout. In a near hysterical voice, I asked him why was he arresting me and where was he taking me? "Please be quiet, don't say another word." I was scared and helpless to do anything. I was in the hands of the law. I had heard about gay men being falsely arrested and beaten by police in rural areas. The only act that could've given me away was the way my eyes glued themselves on his crotch. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. 

        We drove for abut five minutes from where my car was and into what looked like an abandoned motel with individual cabanas in neat rows. It was then I thought about the picture "Psycho" and the Norman Bates Hotel. wow! Talk about being scared, I was crapping in my pants. He pulled n between two of the cabanas so the patrol car could not be seen from the ighway. It started to snow as he pulled me out of the car and led me into one of the cabanas. Now, I was really scared and near panic. What is this cop going to do?  If I resist he could club or tazer me, even shoot me. The only furniture in the cobwebbed filled room was a bed with torn matress on it and an end table that I coud see after he lighted a candle. Before he sat me down on the bed he un-cuffed me and said, "Drop your pants!" "What?" I said hysterically. "Off with those pants NOW!" He ordered. I stood up and unbucvkled my belt, pulled my sipper down and let my pants drop to the floor around my ankles. "The shorts too," he barked out. "Hey, wait a second, wht are you going to do?" "Off with them!" By this time I was so scared that my cock and balls had all but disappeared inside of me. "Not much there," he said smiling. With all the courage I could muster and as pissed off and humilited as I was I screamed out , "Put it in your fucking mouth and see how big it gets you asshole!" 

       Suddenly, there was a loud tapping noise on the window. I opened my eyes toa bright light shining in my face and a raspy voice in uniform saying, "Hey mister, wake up! You can't sleep here, it's agains the law!"