Then she heard an ominous rumble; the unmistakeable sound of approaching motorcycles."Jesus!" she whined and tottered across the parking lot.Just as s...e arrived at the entrance to restroom the parking lot was suddenly lit by headlamps. She raced inside, ran into the first stall and closed the door, slamming the latch across to lock it. She prayed the cyclists would be attracted to the lights of Bob's Old Style Diner And Bar. 'Motorcycle types wanted beer and music didn't they? If they needed to. "I'm around."She giggled, her voice seeming to come all around him from all directions."Take off those wet clothes..."She then instructed him."What?!"He gasped."You'll catch your death of cold in those wet rags..."She coyly giggled."Take them off, and lay on the bed..." I fear this foggy night air has driven you quite mad!"He chuckled with his nerves, trying to ease his own nervous tension with humour."I'm only mad about you... Please, take off your clothes... For me..."Her voice soothed him. I sit down to pee and collect my thoughts. Who the hell is this woman? Why did my perfectly straight best friend suddenly give up her fiancée for this stranger? And what is it with her eyes? But it’s not just her eyes, I guess. It’s her skin. Her legs. Her accent. Her breath. Her breasts.Fuck! I’m not going to be able to help Maria if I’m fantasizing about her bitch of a girlfriend. But whatever is happening to me must be what’s happened to Maria. I need to talk to Jace and get the other side. Freda surprised me one day. It was when we were having a quick middaymeal of rye bread and potato soup and Franz was still out in thefields. "Hilde," she asked carefully, "I have not seen you bleed, likea woman should. Are you all right?"I was taken aback. I knew what she meant but I had not thought aboutit? "No!" I stammered. "I have not bled ...uh.. for some time. Butotherwise I am fine."She gave a knowing nod and sighed. "Yes, maybe that is expected. Womencan stop if they are too stressed or.