We hiked for about an hour and a half until we came to a spot where several rock outcroppings hung over the side of the valley. It was lunchtime and t...e sun had swung around just far enough to provide warmth to the stone. ‘Jack, this is beautiful,’ Nan said as I spread a blanket to sit on and a tablecloth for the food. ‘How far is it over there?’ ‘The tops of those mountains are in West Virginia. I guesstimate it’s about fifty miles, maybe more, as the crow flies.’ I popped the cork on a bottle. It was dark blue on top then faded to medium blue, then light blue, then light green. The last five inches morphed to a beautiful sea green. It was also curly. The effect was not unlike going from the sky to the ocean.My food arrived and drew my attention from the girl. Just as I took my first bite, I heard the girl speak."Hello Ethan," she said without turning around.I almost choked on my food. She turned around. It was Taylor. I had to fight to keep the tears in check. She stood up and walked. Don't get me wrong I have ridden on motorbikes, just never been caught on one, and never dated the driver. The freedom I felt on the back of those bikes I just couldn't believe it. Or maybe it was the stigma put on bikers being rebels or outlaws. Maybe I was attracted to the bad boys. I don't know but what ever the reason that yearning followed me through my teens into adulthood. I am a happily married woman when I had a chance encounter with that biker I have alway dreamed of. . I did want to talk to Joanne about Denise, because Denise meant a lot to me, and I wanted her to be happy, and I figured if Denise was ever going to be my girlfriend, and I was going to get into her pants, I had better arrange some type of dance lesson for both of us, or I could probably forget ever getting into her pants. After school, I went home, had a snack and rode my bicycle over to Joanne’s house. She wasn’t there when I got there, so I waited. She pulled up about 10 minutes later,.