I found a twenty four inch bike frame which did not have any rust. Well a bit on the wheels but they were destined for the surplus pile anyway. The fr...me itself was a dark blue, so I figured a washing and it should do fine. I really did not want to paint it primer black, if I could avoid it, I cleaned it up with a damp cloth and some window cleaner. When I finished, the frame looked shiny. Of course after I got it clean, it was time to get axle grease all over it. I took the front fork off to. " I stumble. "I'm not sure. I've been having these dreams of waltzing with a beautiful woman. But I can't dance in real life." "Really?" she replies. "How about we try a waltz and see how many left feet you really have."Music fills the room. Music strangely similar to that in my dream. She approaches me and takes my hands. I find myself following her moves as we begin our waltz. As she and I twirl through the room, my confidence grows. I must have learned something in those dreams, as I have no. This year it’s at the Desmond.” Tina had heard of the Desmond; Hillary Clinton stayed there when campaigning for the Senate. “A lot of the women get really dolled up. Most of the guys use it as an opportunity to show off their ladies, if you get my drift, and even the sales ladies and secretaries tend to go all out. It’s like the one night of the year they can show as much T and A as they can and not get in trouble.” Tina’s eyes widened at the last statement and Sam shrugged apologetically.. She said, “Quick, go to your apartment. My husband might be coming here anytime soon.” I quickly took all my clothes and jumped from her balcony to my balcony. I was completely naked and probably some people might have seen me. But somehow I managed to enter our apartment on time before Fatima’s husband catches us. I went to Maya and told her all that had happened. Maya laughed and said, “So are you ready for a quick fuck?” “No, not today. I am really tired. I will sleep the whole day.” “Ok.