About the only joy on these long trips on the Alcan were the unusual Canadian snacks.Of course food wasn't as much a priority as taking a wicked piss....So I then proceeded to the men's room. While taking care of business I observed some interesting graffiti on one of the walls. In large carved script it read 'Fuck Canada' but just below it someone had scrawled 'What, Again?' - for some reason I found it an amusing example of the Canadian point of view. In fact it wouldn't surprise me if the. I felt myself shiver as I ran my fingers over it. He had sat here, all those hours on the road, the engine vibrating beneath him. ‘Go on,’ he said. I reached one leg over, settled. My skirt rose up, just past the knee, and his gaze went to the bit of exposed thigh. I reached out to support myself by gripping the handlebars. The Harley was big beneath me, quiet now, but I could imagine the thunder of the engine, the strength, the power of it. And suddenly I was aware, not for any reason really,. Or why I had this eager itch to spank the green-eyed girl's ass. Why was her face so indistinct? Some of the others were crystal clear, but... not hers.I didn't figure it out by the time I was clothed in jeans and a t-shirt.I left my hospital room and found my family gathering by the nurses' station. I headed down the hallway to them. My little sister, Krystal, glanced at me, her black hair gathered in her usual pigtails. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, looking as petite and cute as always.. Don't you?" Oh, by the way, I LOVE your lips. They will be so gorgeous framed byall your new permanent curls. You will have to beat the OTHER boys offwith a stick." Now lay back and I will do the washing. Who did your hair thismorning, Wendy?" Father did." Oh, Wendy, I can tell you stories about your Father and your Motherand the very chair you are currently occupying. But that will comelater. Now we will talk about you and your perm. Are you interested intight spiral curls or in flowing waves?.