Several dances later, I told her it was time to leave. By that time, I could see that she was getting jealous of the women that were hitting on me. Fo... once in my life, I didn't even flirt back with them or try to pick them up. I had the woman I wanted and was content. As we made our way back to the car, I asked her if she was okay. “I cannot believe they were hitting on you in front of me,” she grumbled. I had to laugh. Eventually, she would learn that both men and women hit on each other. Unfortunately, the campus police got in the way with their instituting a curfew and constantly patrolling the campus. The entire campus was panicking. Some of the local women’s groups decried the college’s lack of success in protecting the female students from the predator. They started going on and on about patriarchy and all that shit. None of them were louder than Anna Brock, the tall, heavyset young black woman whom I often saw in my criminology class. She gave me dirty looks whenever she. "I think it's time for you to see if you still are interested in riding." Really?" I asked her with one eyebrow raised."Yes! And you owe me a ride." I chuckled. "And I'll be the first to admit I don't know a lot about motorcycles; but, I believe if you don't have one, it's a bitch to try and give me a ride. True?" You have a point." We both laughed.As I stepped through the front door of the dealership I was greeted by the sexiest, gorgeous, most desirable bike I'd ever laid eyes on. The world. It was just starting to get dark, and there were a lot of people on the streets. I walked to the theater and checked the time, and saw I had 20 minutes left. So I got my ticket, and lit a cigarette and watched the people. Almost all of them were colored also, but one or two Mexicans in Zoot Suits were wandering around also. I still thought on most of them it looked silly. Especially since most were around five foot nothing. Now Cab Callaway could pull it off, he was slender and tall. But most.