Maxine POV
The bike sounded okay as it left the car park, disappeared into the night, and returned. It should be fine making it home, but it seriously needs a good service.
After placing my tools away and grabbing my bag with a change of clothes, Tank took me to one of the rooms, and Sticks answered the door. She looked ragged, like all this had been too much for her.
"Hey Maxi Max, come, let's get you cleaned up, no offence, you stink." She had pushed Tank away, not letting him into the room.
I giggled all the way to the bathroom, where she gave me some clean towels. I cringed that they were white. Why do motels and hotels always use white?
Closing the bathroom door, I unzipped my bag, pulled out clean clothes, and set them on the toilet lid. Stripping down, I put my dirty clothes in
