“We’ll meet there. I’ll grab a few beers, and after the game you can ask to see his office. You do drink beer?”“I was a college girl. What c...llege girl doesn’t?” she answered, backing up into the doorframe.“See you then,” Rick said. He watched until her butt disappeared.Rick went back to the bridge and passed the time in the command chair.Just before ten o’clock, a solar flare swept the ship, battering the old vessel. Looking over his instruments Rick was pleased no system errors blipped on the. I was standing for one hours and was really tired. Most of the men in the compartment were sleeping while few were busy with their mobile phones but none of them offered me their seat.I went near her. She said, if I don’t mind I can sit on her lap. I was really tired and had to travel for 9 more hours. Sitting on a woman’s lap was not a bad option at that moment. So I sat on the edge of her lap. We started talking to each other. She told me that her name is Shamika and she stays in England. Her. Finally, he told me I had to make a decision. He didn’t want me going home to my other-half anymore after we fucked. Either I was going to “make house” with him, or I could get lost.It wasn’t easy. A lot of feelings got hurt- hell, butchered for that matter… including my own. But in the end it worked out. After all was said and done, John and I found a house up on Potrero Hill that we really liked. We snagged it with our first bid and moved in at the end of March 2005.We had a lot of work to do. But nothing I could hope to do with that bicycle is going to get me six hundred miles an hour.I related this all to Jason the evening after that pair, Cindy and Nikki, announced their newly printed degrees."But, baby," he said soothingly, "You have a very good bicycle."And I don't know if he's talking about my REAL bicycle, or he's talking about ME in one of those cute sexual innuendos he uses, or he understands the metaphor I'm using. Since his hands are roaming, touching those magical spots.