I push your hands through your hair and try. But instead of achieving your goal, your hair starts to look like Cameron Diaz' in "There's something abo...t Mary". Let's go I say. And with that we walk back to the car and drive home to your place.Once we arrive, you don't even ask me if I want to come in. You pull me in. "I go and fresh up you say. Be right back." You go into the bathroom, trying to clean your hair and face. The door is a little bit open, so I see how tasty your ass looks. I don't. Hisbelief was a woman should never be allowed to ride a motorcycle but only toride ?bitch?. Mike had his share of biker sluts that came and went but he wassingle and loved his freedom. Mike was definitely the one or two date type notlooking for a commitment. Mike was also the president of his own company andvery well off in the money department. ? Melinda was a Puerto Rican beauty standing 5?6? in bare feetwith straight long brunette hair. She had piercing green eyes and measured aperfect 36?. "Know this - you could have prevented this had you wished but what will come will be solely your burden to bear." He turned to leave and I couldn't help a parting shot."Well, thank you for your barely veiled threats and obscure pseudo-prophecy," I remarked. "Please, feel free to keep them to yourself from now on. Oh, and I hope the door hits you on the way out."He'd taken a few steps towards the door but, at my remarks, came striding back angrily. "You are a half-breed mongrel cur," he snarled,. Charlie Daniels. I think I’m gonna die.”“That is my line! Charlie please excuse my uncouth friend. This is Ryan Tucker of Tucker’s Music in Houston.” I introduced the two men.“Hey, I heard of you guys a few years ago on the Texas circuit. Had a real good singer and then y’all kind of disappeared.”“Yeah, we had a great front man with the best voice I have ever heard and he up and moved to Boise Idaho.”“He is here in town?”“Charlie, he is here in this room.”Ryan looked at me and smiled.“Well.