" That's fine," Ann said. "My cameraman isn't here yet."Ann moved to an empty seat and called someone on her cell phone. She spoke briefly and then sh... called me over to sit beside her. The problem with that silly slip was that no matter how carefully I sat, just about anyone that's not directly in back of me can see up my skirt. I was soon made aware that bikers are not the most discreet or the most tactful people in the world. I started hearing loud comments about my pussy and my tits. One. ‘A proposal?’ The captain shifted forward in his seat. He was a mere few feet away on the settee and I could feel an energy, simmering and raw, enclose me as he moved. A lock of his hair, the color of black silk fell over his high forehead, lending him an air of danger. His exterior was that of an English gentleman, commander of the tea clipper that was carrying me to my fiancé in Ceylon. His tailored captain’s coat, breeches, and polished boots belied the coiled beastly power raging within. Then Jon thought that it was natural to wonder how people meet even though he didn’t care one iota how Todd met Susie or anything about their relationship. Of the six college friends, Todd had probably fared the worst both physically and materially. It was glaringly obvious that his fortune had not improved since the last time they had all gotten together. At thirty-five, his hair was receding, he had a beer belly, and he had the lowest paying job. He was still at the bottom end of management. I'd made the detour on a whim after calling on a new magazine client.Pulling out a cigarette, I light up. Morose nostalgia accompanies the old familiar vista.The sawmills where Dan joked the work gave him his 'mill muscles', the church where mother prayed for absolution from sin and my old high school.Sweet and sour memories from those early days; I grimace at the memory-scape.At the girls high I'd been regarded as rather prim, a studious kind of girl that teachers approved off. Mum's.