Chapter Twenty Eight
Having biked around most of the morning and accomplishing her task of burning her brain back to somewhat normal, which was completely insane to any other normal human being, she parked her bike next to the Starbucks, just off of Fremont Street.
Early afternoon brought some warmth with it and with a couple of long sleeve T-shirts wrapped around her waist. Looking very cool in her bike togs and goggles parked on her skull, a latte decided like the perfect reward for all her biking of the morning.
Locking her bike, she began to enter the Starbucks, while several “Metro Males” loitering around the café checked her out.
Eye candy, she was not and she never appreciated the hits she continually got from like the three men called, “Girly Men.”
The fact that her new obsess
