I took a folder out of the saddlebag and opened it. I took out the title for the Harley and signed it. Then I handed it to Brian. "Happy Anniversary."...I said."But, our anniversary was months ago..." So I am a little late," I grinned, "Or you could consider it an early gift for the next one."Brian started to hand back the title, but Ariel placed her hand on his arm to stop him."We accept." she said with a grin almost as big as mine.Women and Harley-Davidsons. Must be those vibrations.Brian. I reward success. When I told you that you could make $100k in a year, that was a minimum. Work hard, and you may be able to buy your contract, ending it early.”She didn’t look quite as glum but she wasn’t happy either.“Could you give me a copy so I can look it over?”I thought it was funny. She waited until then to ask for a copy. She had no clue. Her contract wasn’t just the two pages she signed.I took a page from the Canadian military’s book of schemes. Their contracts were only a couple. “Sorry folks, something’s stuck. It might be a whilebefore we get you down.”“We’re stuck,” she whispered unnecessarily.“I heard,” he kissed her neck. She didn’t reply, she wiggled until his arms loosenedaround her a little. Her hand going to his bulgingcrotch. Her fingers opening the snap of his jeans. Thesoft rasp of the zipper in the still night. His breathswere coming more raggedly than before. He felt her warm fingers wrap around his. "Are you all right?" Jake asked, anxious for her to respond in some manner.Béla nodded, still too breathless to speak. She was lying with her legs flat on the ground. But her knees were bent, as she'd been kneeling when she fell backwards. Jake stared down at her bleeding body, knowing with complete certainty that he'd never seen anything so erotic in his life as Béla, lying there with those arrows sticking out of those little, bleeding holes in her stomach.Reaching into his quiver, Jake pulled.