Unfortunately it didn’t carry over the din, and I had to repeat myself more loudly. Bruno heard me and turned, even as Carl kept speaking with the s...iling girls.“Hey, man! Here to watch?”“No way. To play!”Bruno’s eyes widened. “Really? Like a solo thing?”“Nah. Something new, with Colin and the twins. We’re playing a song we wrote.”“Wow, that’s great man!”“What are you guys going to play this time?” I asked.“All—”“Bruno, come on, don’t give it away!” Carl interrupted as he turned to join us.I. Somewhere along the line we had dressed for bed. Me in my tighty whities; Maryann in a baby doll nightgown top and bottom.As soon as we laid down, Maryann pulled her pants down to her knees and pulled her top up to her neck, exposing everything. She said, "Bill, will you please lay on top of me?" Naked?" Yes."Unbelievably (now) it took her a couple of requests, along with one refusal -"No, you must take off your pants." Finally I agreed. I remember so clearly leaning over her and letting myself. The only furniture was the bed I was laid on and amirrored door wardrobe. And the sight in that mirror scared the shit outof me.I was a girl.Not just dressed up as one but an actual girl.I sat up on the bed to take in the ridiculously feminine sight that wasreflected back at me.On my feet were a pair of sparkly pink stiletto heels with pink bows onthe closed toes. I reached down to take them off but my hands would onlygo within a couple of inches before some unseen force stopped them.White. Black two piece racing leathers, racing boots, gloves and full helmet. Together, man and machine looked as if they had been made for each other, which in a way, was true. He had built the machine in response to a dream that came from the first time he had ever ridden a motorcycle. He had felt the call of speed on two wheels and over the years had pursued that call, but never had been able to satisfy the need. This machine was the culmination of the dream, to race the wind, to conquer the hiways.