Maxine POV
The bike was in good condition. Tank looks after it well. I changed the oil because I didn't know when he last did it and because it was a little dark. I topped up the brake fluid, which was a little low, and did a general tinker. Still, little for me to really do on his bike. I reviewed it and have an idea for a paint job. I'll draw it and show it to Tank before I start.
I rerolled the swag, let it sit for a few hours in the sun, removed the clothes I had washed off the line, folded them, and took them upstairs to our room.
It was getting late, and I thought Tank would be back soon, so I headed downstairs to see if they needed a hand. On the way down, I stopped short and listened.
"You should have seen them, going at it. Tank hangs longer than a horse, no wonder he's called
