Chapter 8
Cindy awoke to the throbbing intensity of sound outside her window. She rolled off the bed and opened the curtain in curiosity. The young girl gasped as she saw the long line of powerful machines threading their way down Main Street, two abreast.
At the front was a tall, beautiful girl with long, flowing red hair. As Cindy looked back down the line of black-jacketed bikers, she felt a thrill of sensuality race up her spine. They were all bearded, with long hair that lay straight to their shoulders.
There was something grim, yet erotically exciting, in their stem faces. Without realizing it, she started imagining herself on the back of one of the machines, her arms tightly around the wild man in front of her.
The bikers rode directly to the front of the jail, fanned out in
