"There's a guy I know who's got a '76 Sportster he'd let me have at a pretty good price, even if it has problems." If it's a '76, it is a problem, rig...t there," Jason replied. "That means it's an AMF, which means it's a piece of shit, you know that."Jason didn't have to explain that Harley-Davidson had been bought up by a conglomerate, American Machine and Foundry in the late 1960s. The company, also known as AMF, was better known for making bowling pinspotters and had bought up other. It only made Sandra laugh even harder."Son! Get up!" Charles told Nico."Um..." Nico let out. He wasn't sure if getting up right now was a good idea."NOW!" Charles told him."Yes, Sir!" Nico quickly said and got up from the floor. He noticed how Charles' eyes were looking down at something. He also looked down and noticed how his shorts were tenting. He quickly covered himself.Charles did his best, but now he also couldn't hold it back anymore and started laughing.Nico was completely baffled. The three turned and hustled out of the room, still yammering and whining. As their voices faded into the distance, Yakhir stretched his legs, rising from his crouch and feeling for the back wall. Only, the back wall wasn't stone; it was a ceramic of some sort. As his eyes adjusted to light, he saw a series of ports built into the ceramic façade and a small, unopened crate on the floor in the corner. He started to run his fingers across the crate looking for its latches when he heard another. "Back to the rat races," she said."Back to those things we have to do," he replied, "not what we want to do."Hand-in-hand they walked back to the door. There he took her in his arms. "We have to do this again, and soon."She leaned her head against his shoulder. In the last few hours she'd decided that she was in love. This was a match that Mother would approve. It was one her friends would approve, and it was one both of them wanted."Classes." She sighed. "Regrettable, but necessary." We'll.