He stood there just outside the door for a moment then proceded down the stairs to the bike.He stood there just outside the door for a moment then proceded down the stairs to the bike. When he tossed the saddle bags on the back of his machine and began to fasten them down she couldnt help but think how the two of them molded to the same image in her minds eye, fast lean and somthing inquestive about the safty of riding either one of them. The breath left her involunatary as the roar of the bike's starting caught her thinking of things she was immune to since early high school. The man rolled the bike out of the parking space. His back toward her now, the bike jared as first gear engaged. Her mind racing a hundred thoughts a second as his head turns, she now has only one thought and it is of that whiplash grin thrown directly at her. The bike lunges forward and in a brief second he is gone. Days go by the research she puts together can only mean one thing. |