" She had never ridden on a motorbike before, and was excited at the prospect. The bike was the ultimate in comfort as she settled onto the passeng...r seat behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. The ride was smooth, smoother than she would have thought possible. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of "boys and their toys". Not to mention the movie line, "I feel the need, the need for speed", which took on a whole new meaning as they hit the open highway. Nearly. What is missing a little sex have to do with the big picture. Of course, that’s probably because I had Dona to call. Dona was a girl I’d dated for three years before taking a new job in Baltimore. She lived outside Philadelphia, was divorced, and didn’t mind the fact that I was married. We met at work, shared stories, drinks and early one night I gave her a ride to the SEPTA train line for her ride home. That was an eventful drive, because when we arrived she had 35 minutes until her train. She. Mike buried himself in his work and was successful in his field. He had not even been aware that she was screwing around behind his back, until... well, it hardly mattered now. The fact that he had almost killed the guy when he had hit him had never came to court. The man had refused to press charges and the case had been dropped by the police.Sally moved out the same day. Mike had taken some pleasure from changing the locks and having the new alarm system installed. Now, after the storm, it. “I think the man wanted you to give him a blowjob,” one of her friends said as they walked away.“He was a disgusting pervert,” Riley said, in a repulsive tone.“You could have made a quick easy fifty bucks. He didn’t look like he would have lasted that long,” one of her friends jokingly said, as she bumped against Riley’s shoulder.“Why didn’t you offer to blow him?” Riley asked, humorously.“He didn’t ask me. You were the one he had the hots for,” she wittingly replied.“I think both of you are.