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She was driving towards her suburban Seattle home with tears in her eyes. It was 
September and on this beautiful autumn day she wished she had never been born. 
For the ninth time that year her date had ended in disaster. By now a routine had 
been established. Once a month she would go out on a date with a handsome guy 
only for it to end in disaster. At twenty-nine she was starting to panic with 
regards to ever finding a husband. There was nothing wrong with her and that made 
her feel that life was unfair. 

If anything, Amber was gorgeous: long jet-black hair, large brown eyes, skin as 
smooth as silk, straight nose, perfect teeth, full lips, high cheekbones, full 
breasts, long graceful legs and arms, full buttocks. There was only one problem: 
she was 6'8", and 250 pounds.  She was on the voluptuous side, but only in a good 
way. There was not an ounce of extra fat on her body. In fact all the fat on her 
body happened to be in the right and necessary places.

Her online dating profile stated she was an artist who had gone to college at 
Stanford. She always included pictures of herself, and filled out every profile 
detail... except for her height. Her inbox was always full of messages from guys. 
After chatting with them online for a long time guys would always ask to see her 
in person, and she would always relent only to have the guys bolt away when they 
saw her in person on the night of their first date. And it was always the same 
excuse: she was gorgeous, brilliant, kind, etc. It was just that she was too tall 
and they would be the laughingstock of the whole town if they were seen together. 
Besides, they always criticized her, why did she have to wear four-inch heels and 
tower at seven feet when she was already that tall?! She couldn't help it though. 
She loved wearing heels!!

Lost in her thoughts she didn't realize she was going twenty miles faster than the 
posted speed limit as she raced towards her house. The officer on the motorcycle 
hiding behind the billboard advertising a planned community clocked her at sixty 
miles per hour in a forty mile per hour zone. He turned on his siren and started to 
follow her car. She finally snapped out of her trance and cursed under her breath
as she realized that she had been going over the speed limit. She angrily pulled 
over to the side of the road. Looking in the rear view mirror she saw the officer 
pull his motorcycle to the side of the road as well, get off of it and walk towards 
her. What she noticed first was how small he was. 

And indeed he was a very small man and that is why he had decided to become a 
cop. He had tried to compensate by becoming an authority figure. Standing at 5'2" 
tall and weighing in at 110 pounds, he had always been smaller than everyone he 
had remembered. With short brown hair, blue eyes and typical Caucasian features 
he was as nondescript as a small white male could be. His dates had also always 
ended in disaster and he had grown to resent women. As he approached her car 
with his helmet and sunglasses still on, he tired to act as stern and authoritarian
as possible. 

He asked if she knew why he had pulled her over. She tried to answer in her 
warmest voice that she was not sure. He replied that she was doing 60 in a 40 mile 
per hour zone, and asked for her driver's license, registration, and proof of 
insurance.

She reached into the glove box and her purse, and produced the items. He looked 
at them and said that her driver's license had expired. 

He then told her that he was going to impound her vehicle, and write her a citation 
for speeding and driving with an expired license. She realized that her license had 
expired last month on her birthday. She replied to him that she had been going 
through a lot and would appreciate it if he did not impound her car. She said that 
she lived right around the corner from there. She promised that if he let her drive 
home, she would renew her license right away. 

The officer replied that he could not do that, and asked her to please step out of 
the vehicle. She hated hearing that sentence. Police only asked criminals and 
those with outstanding warrants to step of their cars. At that point, she just 
started to cry.

The officer repeated his order. She however, was so upset, that she heard the 
officer, but her brain didn't really register anything. The policeman once again 
ordered her out of the car, and once again there was no response. Finally, the 
officer said that he was going to ask her one last time to step out of the vehicle, 
and if she did not obey his orders, he going to have to force her out. Once again, 
her brain did not register anything. 

At this point, he opened the car door, grabbed her wrist, and started to pull. 
Although her brain had trouble registering the last few events, she had no problem 
registering the fact that someone was now pulling forcibly on her wrist. He was 
yanking on her wrist trying to get her out of the car. She got angry and refused to 
budge. In fact, the harder he tried to get her out of the car, the more defiant she 
became. Finally, the cop became extremely frustrated and reached for his baton 
with his right hand. She saw this, and alarms went off in her head. He had enough 
time to pull his baton out, but not enough time to swing at her. She took this 
opportunity to grab on to his right wrist, and step out of her car. 

A struggle ensued, and he proved to be no match for Amber. She squeezed his 
wrist very tightly, and his fingers opened up and the baton fell out of his hand. 
Enraged, he tried to swing at her face with his left hand, but she grabbed onto his 
other wrist as well. With his hands trapped, all he could do now was to use his 
legs. He raised his right knee with all of his strength, and drove it into her 
midsection. This caught her completely off guard, and momentarily knocked her 
breath out of her. She didn't lose her grip on his wrists however, and she quickly 
regained her senses. Extremely angry, she responded by giving him a taste of his 
own medicine by driving her right knee upwards into his midsection as well, not 
once or twice, but three times in quick succession. Due to their extreme size 
differential, his puny body was in no position to take that kind of pounding from 
her. Not only was his breath knocked completely out of him after the first two 
hits, but also the third hit caused him to black out, and slump onto the ground. 

Amber finally snapped out of it, quickly looked around her, and saw that the road 
was empty. Being from this area, she knew that no one had seen them, as the area 
was very sparsely populated. She knew however that she had to act quickly, as 
sooner or later someone was going to pass by. Not wanting to go to prison for 
assaulting an officer, her mind once again went into survival mode. She quickly 
popped open the trunk of her car, effortlessly lifted his body off the ground, and
placed it gently inside the trunk, closing the lid.

Next, she went to his motorcycle that was on the side of the road, and pushed it 
into the adjacent field that was covered with dense vegetation. Walking back to 
the side of the road, she looked back and saw that the motorcycle was not visible. 
She had made a note that the officer's motorcycle did not have a mounted camera, 
so their scuffle had not been recorded. 

Next, she quickly got into her car and started to drive home. She approached her 
home in about five minutes, pushed the button on her garage door opener, and 
drove into her garage, with the garage door closing behind her. Next, she quickly 
got out of her car, popped open the trunk, and saw that he was still out. She easily 
lifted him out of her trunk, and carried him inside her house, and to her bedroom, 
and placed him on her bed. Next, she closed the door behind her, and also closed 
the curtains. 

She went to her chest of drawers and pulled out four of her longest silk stockings. 
She removed his leather gun-belt, badge, and uniform from his body, until he was 
down to his socks, a white cotton t-shirt, and a white pair of cotton briefs. She 
also removed his socks and t-shirt, until he only had his boxer-briefs on. Next, she 
placed his body right in the middle of her bed, spread out his arms and legs, and 
proceeded to tie him securely to the bedposts, so that he ended up spread-eagled. 
She changed her clothing into something more comfortable, at long last sighed in 
relief, collapsed onto her bedroom floor, and waited for the officer to come to. 
This also gave her a chance to review everything that had happened.

She started to cry uncontrollably, cursing her bad luck. Now she had this to worry 
about, too.