Harley was a man who liked to ride all night long. He had been that way for a long time. Back before he had beaten that man almost to death in that ba... fight, he had been popular with the local ladies and he had taken advantage of it. Being a tall, muscular man with reasonably good looks helped too. Women were fond of his silky black hair and bright blue eyes as well. Of course these days he didn’t look so pretty. Bar fights had left him minus more then one or two teeth, and his hard drinking,. Perhaps Icould get them to issue a visa for your friend Aom."I could hear in his excited tones that the canny law professor wassmitten by the prospect of another battle. "You know this SpartanLLC, it's a joint venture between a Thai consortium and one of ourown local corporate pillars. I'd love to pin this tale on thatdonkey," he cackled. "But we have to build our case, and for thatwe'll need Tran, to prove the chain of custody on the data in yourcomputer, and your friend Aom. If you could get. We were fucking a couple of times a week. She would let me sit with her at lunch and told everyone I was her friend. She never said boyfriend in front of her friends. I didn’t question her because everything we did at her house was a secret. I may have been a bit disappointed but I certainly was not going to jeopardize the good thing I had going with her and her mother by making an issue of it.Then there came the day Ellen said I could still be her friend but I could not be her boyfriend. She sighed, laying her head down on her hands.When she spoke, there was a resigned tone to her voice, as if this was inevitable somehow.“I was in love with you. Since I could remember, but you never showed any interest in me like that. I used to dream about you, fantasize about you. At the spring fling, you remember, the freshman dance? I slept with Manny Fernandez. I didn’t love him, but I was so ready. I wanted you, but you were chasing other girls and I was just the neighbor. It sucked, hurt.