It was about 2 mins later a rugged biker came and sat right beside me, He was started to ask me all kinds of question? Before I introduce myself to hi...,He told me his name was Art, This man was around 6'1 a good solid 220 with a dirty blonde hairwith a nice biker look beard. The time was around 11pm now as the place was Jam with Bikersand their chicks except Art. I can now see that Art was not enjoying himself at all with all the BikerChicks that were bothering him and me. He said hey Mike ". He took the chance.Looking her over again, this time explicitly, he smiled and said, “You know, there’s and urban legend about women wearing white pants?”“These are shorts, not pants,” she fired back, smirking.“Same thing. Shorts, pants, doesn’t matter, same legend.”“So what’s the legend then?”“The first legend they say, women who wear shorts like yours, never wear panties with it,” he smiled.Sally blushed visibly but kept her cool. “What makes you think the ‘legend’ is applicable to me?”“Well,. Nothing about this made sense. Except that in this city, it made perfect sense. Some people thought that Gifted people being so likely to be perverted deviants was a side-effect of their powers, but she’d read enough minds to know that it was more a matter of people in general all being perverted deviants on the inside. And it looked like there was one such villainous Gifted somewhere nearby. ‘Is that…you’re Amazon, aren’t you? It’s me. The Empress.’ She lowered her voice, eyes and mind. "Incoming transmission from the Sanchez. An Admiral Harold Lofton requesting a meeting at your earliest convenience," CCS-14 stated.I was not a happy camper. Every port I went to had a rep from the TF hounding me. Oh, I stayed away from the TF, and ports that would allow the TF to seize my ship; and incidentally, me."Alex, I think we have worked all the free ports to the point of exhaustion. We might try some of the major League ports, now that we are members in good standing," Trish said to me.