I covered around 200 miles of Welsh roads before I headed back. As a biker, I love living in Stoke because we are within forty minutes or so of some g...eat roads.I was backing my bike into my garage when I heard a sweet voice say. 'Nice bike, I didn't know you rode.'I looked up and was more than a little surprised to see Petra.I smiled. The thought of my bike always made me smile and Petra's smile was contagious too. 'Afraid so, been riding virtually since my seventeenth birthday. What brings. "There's you and Mom! (There I go again.)" Well_," the man said, considering his next move. "It's obvious, that this family owes you something," he said, eying his son's nakedness again. "We can take you back, and contact the authorities."What is *that *suppose to mean?! I want to go back *home *-And stay!" the girl said."I'm _sure _you do. Homelessness cannot be fun. We'll talk about it. Later," the man said, turning his full attention on: "Are you going to stand there until you turn blue? Get. Come on, Wimp." I teased.He charged me and over he went landing hard on his back. He groaned after his breath came back. He looked over at me. I said, "Which arm?" What do you mean, which arm?" This time I am going to break one of your arms. Which one?"He looked at me for a moment and said, "Left." Okay, you can answer questions or I will break your left arm." I motioned to him. "Come on, Little Boy." He didn't like that and rose to his feet and charged me again. As he got close, he feinted. But there was something about Joe, the way he was so sure that Leigh was going to come knocking on his door that pulled Leigh to the Lodge like a magnet.Five minutes later he found himself outside of room 219. Before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. After thirty seconds, it became obvious that no one was there. Or that he was being ignored. Leigh cursed under his breath for being so stupid and turned around to walk away. That’s when he saw Joe walking towards the room, ice bucket.