"I don't . . . I don't do this," she said breathlessly. His lips moved to trace her jaw and he tugged her hair gently so she would expose her neck. "D... what?" He pressed his lips to her pulse and smiled as she trembled. "I'm not . . . not like this." It was the most wonderful frustration not to be able to think clearly. "I know," he said, moving his head back so that those eyes focused on hers again. He took her face in his hands, stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "I know. You can tell me to. Anything you come up with has to include having me getting to be the world champion. That is the goal I've been training and working for ever since I was twelve years old. That's my dream. It's all that keeps me going." We need to take off some time then. We'll get away for awhile, and you can add on this new mass gradually. We'll go to Las Vegas, and you can train during the day there, while I make us some money at night." You never sleep. I noticed that already. I'm a boxer, rest is important. The trail continued, but for a first day's ride, I decided that 11 miles was plenty.The motor started right up. I checked all the connections before I hefted my soft ass onto the hard seat. "‬This seat has got to go, ‭" I said aloud.I revved the engine just to make sure the clutch was going to work. It was probably the weakest thing about the bike. When it engaged, just as it should, I felt a lot better about the ride.I pedaled out of the parking lot, around and onto the trail. The trail was. He was definitively a college nerd, much like her son was soon to be. Red shirt and black slacks, the only thing goofier was his thick rimmed glasses, freckled face, and red curly afro. It made her want to laugh, but instead, she cleared her throat. 　　　　“Whoa ma’am, what are you-”　　　　“Shhh, come on in, I have your tip,” she said stepping forward and placing a single finger over his mouth. Turning around she swung her hips and ushered him inside. He followed.　　　　“What’s your name pizza guy?” she.