Venus, like the elegant-babe that she was, sidled off the bike and stood staring at her man.
She lowered her goggles, stood and watched concerned as a wasted Krull wearily stood, flipped off his goggles, took his air purifier from his blistered lips. After, he took his silver reflector gloves off, threw them in a Disinfect Bin. He pressed his agitated eyes with his fingertips, sighed and stared at Venus.
She smiled, was worried, so worried, yet showed none of it as Krull moved to her. With his usual intensity of love he stared at her eyes, her green pupils that seemed to be glowing from their own power source, which they were.
He leaned in, kissed her blue lips gently, got a smashing kiss in return. Venus’s toes curling in her boots felt her heart pounding in her chest. After, he sighed
