"Fresh meat?"Kelly giggled at my expression, then Mikee and Tami joined in.I grabbed Kelly, pulled her arms together in front of her, and held them wi...h one hand while my other hand slid into her armpit and I started tickling. "Talk!" I commanded as the younger girl squirmed."New girl. Just moved into the Martin's old trailer with her family. Tami said you'd think she was cute," Kelly reported breathlessly. I released her and she spun and stuck her tongue out at me."Okay," I said, looking at. You’re going to be invited, of course.”I looked at her over the remains of my dinner. “Really? They’re going to invite me?”“Of course, Mark,” she said, looking at me as though I was a fool. “I love you, my parents adore you, and Steve and Caitlin really like you. You’re practically family.”I smiled, touched by the gesture. “OK, Riley. I’ll try really hard to be there, thanks!”We talked some more about Riley’s college visits. She’d be visiting UMass, Brown, and Penn on this trip. She’d spoken in. My wife and I are members of a motorcycle club in Jackson. As members of Apple City we enjoy the occasional charity activities, and social aspects of the club. We have a trike, and some of the clubs frown on them, viewing them as not really motorcycles. However, everyone at our local club is laid back and for the most part non-judgmental. A contingent of regulars from Jackson, Charleston, and a few from Columbus.Our club has a pre-engineered building that we bought from a previous owner. . It was a Sunday afternoon. The climate was hot and humid. The wind blew occasionally with a warm breeze that hit my face through the open window. I was laying on top of my younger sister Anjali and she was below me with her eyes closed tightly.“Anna…Ethu thappu illaya?” she asked me as I kept silent looking at her neck as a drop of sweat rolled down and landed on her cleavage.“Thapputhan but unaku pidichu irukulla Anjali,” I questioned her back. She remained silent as I unbuttoned her blouse.