Halting at the tail end of Gate 7 line, he watched the young man approach.What he saw did not impress him. The tunic coat was collared of all things w...th the top button undone, there were expansable buttoned chest pockets and similar side pockets on the below waist flap; the trousers were, to say the least, baggy, and the colour was that ghostly light grey. Even his fore and aft cover (he later found out that it was called a forage cap) was that unrelieved grey. The only contrast was the black. There was no doubt about the rider - a blonde, of course, and damn fine looking one, too, Dave noticed as she removed her helmet. She was a bit lanky, wore jeans and western boots, and had a sleeveless blouse with deep cleavage held across her breasts with broadly-spaced laces. Atop that she had on a leather vest. She wore her hair in a single long-braid that had hung out the back of her helmet.She went to Dave’s bike and did a walk-around, even looking at the instrument cluster to check the. I still defied her will. This was something I almost never did before I got sick. Instead of defying her before, I'd find some way that I could go along with her, or else find a compromise we could both live with.In that sense, my willingness not to give in or compromise with her was what she felt was proof that I hadn't changed from when I'd been released from the clinic. That was the single most important personality trait to her. Unfortunately, this was one of the changes in my personality. I ate me some breakfast and headed over to Krystals house. I got there at 10:07 A.M. she was dressed in a tight band T-shirt, and a plaid mini skirt. Oh hot damn, did she look hot! Cmon in, She said opening the door. I went into her house with my backpack full of science books and papers. I brought everything to be covered on the midterm, I said to her. Okay, just come up to my room and lay out all the books on my bed. She told me, leading the way upstairs. I put my bag on her bed and took out.