Bobby walked out with me and said, "Wow, this is a great day for a ride, isn't it." Yes, it is," I replied, "A beautiful day for a ride. Do you have a...ything to do right now Bobby?" No, nothing special. I wish I had a bike to ride."I just smiled for a minute, or two. "How would you like to go for a little ride with me?" You kidding? I would love to go for a ride! You okay with that?'"I'll tell you what, you hold on to me tight and I will be happy with that!"I got on and fired up the Harley. It. Great what kind of nut is this? Screaming in outrage you hurl yourself out of bed and throw open the window, unfortunately for him causing the mailman to lose his balance and fall into the shrubbery below. Realizing the man was alright didn't temper your outrage however as you yell at the poor smuck as he slowly picks himself back up, "What the fuck man, this is my fucking house and get our of here before I call the fucking cops!"The rage had driven your mind to idiotic anger and limited your. She looked over at Steve. He's pretty cute, she thought. He had the American Indian high cheek bones and chiseled good looks. And even though he's a kicker, she thought. I bet he has the hard body of an athlete. "You know, it's a beautiful fall evening. The air's warm and there's a full moon out. I think we ought to take advantage of it."Mandy walked over to Steve and slid her arms over his shoulders. He was surprised, but when Mandy planted an eager kiss on his lips, he responded in kind. Part. I?ve reserved it for a special moment.? Mark studied the girl attentively. Her long black hair that was a nice contrast to her white skin. Her body was slim, fragile and her dark eyes were emphasized by the deep by the dark circles around them. It must have been quite some time since she had been sleeping in a soft bed and eaten a decent meal. The girl attacked the plate fervently and wolfed down all the food with a great appetite. Even if she didn?t like the wine too much ? Mark told her that.