Lifting her up and against him all at once…as her body presses to his he deepens the kiss, their tongues dance and explore each others warm mouths�... he feels the heat from her skin where his hand is…her heart beats with his as her breath quickens…she runs her fingers through his short light brown hair as she feels his hand run down from the small of her back to cup her ass as he tightens his grip in her hair…ending the kiss he pulls her head back as she looks up into his eyes…seeing the fire. I define them as weekend bikers they being upper middle class to wealthy and riding expensive Harleys while pretending to be hardcore bikers on the fringe of society. Weekend outlaw warriors if you will; right down to their new unmarked leathers and two wearing lace-up knee high boots....what clowns. One of the idiot clowns had a Chicago Police Department uniform patch sewn upside down on his new leather jacket.This made him a target for the police to stop and investigate him the inference. Bob seemed to be thinking the same thing I was thinking.He quickly turned the station."Is easy listening, okay?"I didn't turn from the window."Whatever."At the park I made it a point to stand next to Kathy. But as the show proceeded I found myself standing a little apart. I was wearing a pair of red short-shorts and a little white top with the slogan "American Girl" in red sequins across the front. It was a cool night so I exchanged my sandals for a pair of white platform keds. They were girl. After the opening exercises we began work on a new project that would help toward achieving the Bluebird award. What we had to do was make a bead necklace. Mrs. Simmons had the materials necessary and it only took a few minutes to learn how to make them. When I finished I thought my necklace was one of the prettiest and I put it around my neck just like the other girls. After that all of us put on aprons to protect our clothes and learned how to make sugar cookies and even decorated them with.