...sucks the winner's DICK."It was like a smack to the face; out of nowhere. I knew I held NOTHING in my hand; my quite-tipsy ass had been bluffing li...e mad, just having fun with the man while enjoying the experience of hanging out with him. But suddenly, I found myself struck with a devious, devilish urge that I just couldn't stop myself from answering, in hopes that he just might hold SOMETHING in that hand and decide to "make" me to stick to the bet. Not like it would take much convincing,. There was a phone number to ring but no one answered it. We had 2 choices, the first was to find some public transport home then go back for the car later that day, or the option that we chose which was to find a hotel for the rest of the night. Fortunately, the doorman at the club gave us the name of a reasonable hotel and got us a taxi to take us there (the other side of the centre of the city). The hotel night receptionist must have been blind or gay because he didnt take any notice of what. The face smiled. "Do you like my new look?" Er...You're a Motorbike," I stated dumbly."Actually, I'm a cyborg. A mobile, tactical weapons system and troopdelivery/extraction vehicle. But that's kind of a mouthful." The face onthe screen's lips moved with the voice and then smiled again."Ok, but you were human right? I mean, you were a woman this morning andnow you're a mobile, tactical whatever motorbike?" I stuttered.The face looked puzzled, "You're new round here, huh? Yes, about eightthis. ’ Laying back down she mumbled, ‘Be careful.’ ‘ ‘Course babe…always am.’ * The phone inside Kelly’s handbag rang where it lay just inside the front door of Mike’s apartment where she had dropped it hours before. Passed out in bed, the remnants of the drink and the drugs were draining out from her bloodstream, and it would be a while before she would be alert and come round. Mike slept the sleep of the unworried next to her, his plan for a watertight alibi complete, after all he had just spent.