I asked Rod if he wanted to visit a bit in my private cabin for a little while, stating that I would, "Make it worth his while." He said that he was technically off the clock, so that would work out well. He pulled his motorcycle up on the side of my truck away from the road and climbed into the passenger side. I joined him and we started talking. Of course we were doing some heavy petting too.
He told stories about pulling people over. Rod overly enjoyed giving out tons of tickets. There was a jar that he kept at his desk at the station. Every time he made someone cry, he would remember to put a nickel in it. He proudly admitted that last time he counted, he had just over twenty dollars.
"So, if my math is correct, you've made around 400 people break into tears over the years? That is quite an admirable feet." I question Rod, kind of laughing at the prospect. He gave me a big biceps pose and told me, "That is just in the last year big guy."
I felt an instant bond with this brute. I started to tell him about my exploits and some of the things I could do. He played along, but I could tell that he thought I was full of shit. "I can prove it to you."
A beat up old Ford pickup was driving by. I snapped my fingers and it stopped instantly. Rod was amazed. "How'd you get that truck to stop? Is this some kind of joke you play on fat cops?"
I explained that I had just stopped time except for the two of us. He did notice that everything got pretty still and quiet.
I asked Rod, "You want to have some fun?" Not shocking, he did. We got out of my big rig and walked over to the truck. Two red necks were frozen in time. They actually had a rebel flag in the back window. The driver was in overalls with no shirt. He looked sweaty and dirty. The guy had a five-o'clock shadow and looked to be chewing tobacco. The guy in the passenger seat had jeans and a t-shirt on. He was smoking Marlboro cigarettes.
Rod was truly amazed. I showed him how cool it was to have time stopped. He helped me pull out the driver and we manually moved him to be standing up. I asked him, "So, what do you want to do?"
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