She walked in front of the automobile, slowly swinging her hips and staring down all of the cops. When we arrived at the roadblock, I dimmed my headlights, and she halted in front of the car, caught in the pale beams, a gorgeous beauty, her hair, and clothes wafting gently in the chilly night breeze. She took a few more cautious steps before approaching the leader, she face a few inches from his and fixed in a false frown as if she intended to cry. All the time, the men stood still, as if someone had pressed an all-powerful pause button. Their necks were the only thing that moved as they followed her every move as she cautiously approached their leader.
“Hi.” She said.
"Yes ma," the commander said, his voice devoid of hate.
"Please don't mind my boyfriend; he's been talking since he
