. like I said, weird weeds.But I've got another one.Biker chick.Woah, don't go, this isn't one of those scary old broads on the back of a hog.I'm talk...ng hot chick on the back of a hog.What's the problem? you ask. Don't like leather?Actually, no. I don't think a girl in leather is attractive at all. It's thick, it doesn't move well, it hides curves, it doesn't breathe... Okay, it smells nice when it's taken care of, and a black leather trenchcoat is just about the coolest ever -- I'm still. To my suprise, a crazy question came out.Miriam asked, "are you a virgin?" At that, I more or less jumped.I replied, "well, no, but it's not like I go out to have sex with every girl I see. Like my ex and I never had sex."Miriam looked at me and asked, "well, how many girls have you had sex with?" Three, but none of them were long term relationships." How about you? Are you a virgin?" I asked, but she did not answer. At this time, we had pulled into the driveway.Miriam said, "come on lets go. But don't get me wrong. Except for her little secret, Angie is one hellof a woman, and all woman. She shops like crazy, which is fine becausemoney is not a problem for me, and she has more girlfriends than myfirst three wives put together. She plays the role as trophy wife likea star. I have no real complaints on the public side. About the onlyproblem I can point to, aside from the weirdness of having an extra pairof family jewels in our little family, is that she's always sendingthese. After the interview, I shook his hand. He thanked me as I left the house.I put on my white halter and long skirt, turquoise and silver sandals, and matching big belt, got on my Moped and went over to my hotel suite at the Grande Bretagne at Syntagma Square.As soon as I got there, I put the CD on. It was a message spoken in Greek. I had contacted SECTION A through my cell phone. I let them listen to the original message and sent them the sound byte. After I had contacted them, I went out to.