Getting to Trudy’s before the tornado hit would have killed me if not of the place in my head juicing my muscles. Now I didn’t even think about ge...ting a ride-share or asking someone to drive me over. I pulled on a pair of biking shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt, the shoes made to clip into the pedals, and my pack with clothes to change into, plus my laptop.Who would have thought me riding my bike would cause so much trouble?The first sign of any problems were the problems driving around waiting. I was lying on a towel on the beach getting quite a few stares from walkers by, when my wife returned with our drinks. She was eighteen now, and although they never carded anyone here, the bartender took my twenty and said, “Si Senor, she does look to be the twenty-one as you say.” I explained that we were on our honeymoon, she really was married, to me, and eighteen, and therefore legal. He smiled. The blue margaritas flowed after that. All-inclusive stays in Mexico are neat, as long as you. It won't be as much fun, but, hell, a lay is a lay."Shelly," I whispered, "listen. Let's talk this out at my house. I know you're upset, but it's not that bad. It could even be a good thing, I promise, but we can't talk here in the car. I have to concentrate on driving, okay? Now you sit up and please don't worry. I hate to see you so upset." O-Okay, Joey," she sniffed as I pulled out and drove to the apartment. Except for a couple of sniffles, she kept silent until we walked through the door.. Tony: She answered almost at once as I’d known she would, even though not expecting my call. I didn’t bother to make small talk; she didn’t expect it, and I didn’t enjoy it. “Be there, 4:00.” I listened for a moment. She called me Tony; not my real name, but what I had told her. It had been spur of the moment, what popped into my head when she introduced herself as “Roxy”, which I was almost sure was not her real name either. Fuck her, two can play that game. I gave her a few seconds but.