Malia spotted the machine even before Charles did. It was the same motorcycle he had been riding the first time she saw him. Initially, Malia had been impressed with its sleek shape and power, but only now, viewing it closely, did she appreciate its raw sexuality. Charles stroked its red leather seat and grinned at her. It seemed made for him.
“The MV Agusta 4CC," Charles said. “My old friend. I didn't expect to find this here."
The shop owner winked pridefully at his son and patted Charles on the shoulder. “We have all the best things here in Aeonia. Goods from around the world."
“The Every-Place," Charles said.
The man nodded, pleased. “Everything but new visitors, like you."
Charles surveyed the man and said, “How would you feel if you did have them?"
“Visitors? We want them—withi
