"Never mind. I think you don't love me sometimes." What? Jilly! I do love you! I worship you!" he protested. We were getting on his old Harmony-Daavsa...Wideglide, feeling the bike sag slightly beneath us."Then how come you can't do anything right?" I asked him, pressing my body against his back and wrapping my arms around his muscular chest."Because it's hard to think when you're around," Mahk told me. He sounded so serious that I had to smile finally, and then he smiled too."Okay." I shrugged.. ” Ken moved to sit next to Jacko, his voice dropping. “Look. Everyone, well, anyone smart, knows the police are just fascist thugs; but they’re just amateurs compared to these Safety Patrols. Truth And Freedom is just another name for Fascist.”Jacko’s only response was to take another pull at his pint, inviting Ken to continue. Ken did so. “The police need to be retrained to our way of thinking. It’ll need political control. Like the Soviets did.”“And like Hitler?”“Don’t be stupid,” snapped. "It's up to whoever wants to use the space to come up with their own scenarios and so on. I am always interested in the equipment side of course so I like to hear people's views on new devices but what they do with them, as long as they play safe, is up to them."The room was quite brightly lit. That made sense, Liz thought, you want to be able to see what you are doing. There was plenty of conventional bondage equipment ranged on racks around the wall, all carefully organized into category,. As I watched them, I decided that early morning might be the best time to pass across the street with the truck.We watched through the evening. There was the same motorcycle rides but the rider was going much faster than the others and showing more flare. I did notice one thing. The tripwires had a glint under the glare of the motorcycle's lights. I would have to remember that. We left early to search for a place to hide the truck after we passed across the road. We found a place that would.