I've been inside Freedom every chance I could over the past week. Multiple times every single night. I couldn't get enough. That and I'm still trying to forget what happened. Yes, I'm still screwed up over the Sophia situation. So screwed up that it's always missionary with Freedom. I hold her hands down so she couldn't touch me. I don't deserve her love. I know she questions it, but she hasn't said anything. I'm working and this is what is on my mind. I hate myself for lying to her. Not enough to come clean though.
I was sitting in my patrol car, waiting to catch speeders. It's been a slow day. It's like everything is perfect and nothing can go wrong. It was more than fine with me. Until a car had blown by me doing sixty-three in a thirty mph zone. It was a glimpse, but it looked exactly
