David just cringed behind the wheel.“And of course we are both perfectly dressed to make mechanical repairs or go for a romp through the desert to f...nd help! We might as well be on fucking Mars! We haven’t seen a single vehicle since we left the blacktop back where we got gas!” Michelle’s anger was simmering but David knew that she was about to boil.Michelle hardly ever swore and when she did he knew that there was no reasoning with her until she’d expended her fury and calmed down from her. While racing the engine, the motorcycle accidentally slipped into gear. The man, still holding onto the handlebars, was dragged along as it burst through the glass patio doors.His wife, hearing the crash, ran in the room to find her husband cut and bleeding, the motorcycle, and the shattered patio door. She called for an ambulance and, because the house sat on a fairly large hill, went down the several flights of stairs to meet the paramedics and escort them to her husband.While the attendants. Tracy, are you hungry?”“Oh, yes, Ma’am.”“Good, let’s go get some burgers and fries for dinner!”Tracy got up and went to pick up her clothes to get dressed, but was stopped by the girls.“What do you think you are doing cunt?” asked Linda. “Did we tell you to get your clothes?”“No Ma’am, but I thought we were going out for dinner?”“We are, bitch,” said Christina, “but you won’t be wearing those clothes tonight. As a matter of fact, you won’t be wearing any clothes. Now, let’s get going, I’m. Your eyes return to mine and your smile broadens as you toy with me from afar. A naughty tease from across the gently rocking carriage. I smile in return before you bring the slip of your dress back over your leg, hiding the most delightful glimpse from sight. A thing of sheer beauty, I was spellbound. I could taste the thirst for more. More than could be quelled by the scotch alone.You reach for your small bag as a waiter walks up the gangway. The murmur of conversation continues to.