Cole
AFTER BREAKFAST, I talked Terin into taking a ride on the back of my bike. She put her clothing back on and we cruised around for a couple of hours.
“Did you want to stop by your place and change out of your work-clothes?” I asked her, after stopping at a d**g store.
“No, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure? You’d be more comfortable.”
“I’m fine,” she answered.
I had a feeling that she didn’t want me knowing where she lived. I didn’t say anything, but it annoyed me. Especially after the last several hours.
We got back onto my Hog and I asked if she was enjoying herself.
She smiled. “I forgot how much fun it is to be on one of these things. How hard is it drive?”
“Drive? Hell, they’re easy to drive. It’s the other people on the road that make things difficult. You have to try and anti
