Following Erica out onto the street, I jerked the throttle to speed after her, and a certain sense of calm brushed away my pesky thoughts like dust being swept under a rug. My complete mastery of riding took hold of my muscles, tickling down my spine and tightening my thighs against the sides of my saddle. My saddlebags’ contents jostled slightly with each c***k in the asphalt underfoot, but I ignored it for the most part to keep an eye on Erica.
If I lost her, I’d have to give her back the 50$ she gave me to pick up her friend, then get them all home with my truck at some ungodly hour of the morning.
Erica led me across town to that narrow strip that the wealthy people with moderate living standards used as a wall against the drug addicts and s*x workers. The thick, metal bars that hung
