CAIXOTE JACÓ

At night, in torrential rain where the lines of the road did not want to show the banks. After a sharp turn a small straight line full of red lights and several parked cars.
    A red light indicated the stop while another put me in a corridor with more red lights. I found the uniform strange, it would be new, all black and even more raining torrentially.
    Immobilized in pitch black, a hat leaned against the window. Then lips with lipstick followed by well-developed breasts.
    I started to think like a man. He had been caught by an illegal stop operation, a group of outlaws nymphomaniac. He had just realized that he didn't want to escape the women.