Officer Stone opened his door and took his time walking over to the boys car. He leaned in, squinting behind his sunglasses, as he tapped on their windows.

“Liscense and registration please.” He said. Damien tried to protest, but the officer just repeated, “Liscense and Registration.”

When he couldn’t produce either, Stone asked him to step out of the car.

As Damien started to get out of the car, Stone looked in the back seat.

“Holy shit! What are you two boys doing with that?”