Come to that, you don’t look much like one.’ ‘I’m not really, I have a day job, I only ride on weekends, and the group that I ride with are no... hard core bikers, we are mostly professional types out for some fun. A lot of them were bikies, once but have moved on and got real jobs. They love to put on their old colours and ride on weekends. What about you? I don’t know of any professional horse riders, at least not any who do what you do.’ While he was talking he was unpacking the food and. “Now, wait Beth, what about the letter you wrote. After all we shared that’s the let down I get?” I retorted.“Jeff, I have to talk to you to settle things once and for all, please.” she begged.“I will get back to you, Beth. Soon.” was my reply.Friday night came around, I went to the local Thai Restaurant on the way home and picked up dinner. Jen arrived about six thirty, we sat down and enjoyed a wonderful meal. We sat on the sofa and watched a movie on Lifetime, which I have to admit was not. Upon entering the toilets he was greeted with a musky smell of piss andwhat was unmistakably cum. 2 of the 4 urinals were missing, graffiti wascovering the walls, most of the lights were broken and those that did workflickered on and off every so often. Normally this environment would scarethe shit out of a person, but for some reason it excited Declan. Theurinals looked to be clogged so he made his way over to the toiletstalls. Four toilet stalls stood, Declan made his way to the end stall. It's too quiet, I thought as I quietly splashed water on myself. It hasn't been long enough for everyone but me to be dead. I only heard two more screams, which means some of them should still be alive.The distinctive sound of a gun being cocked sent me rushing to my feet and into the shadows, my eyes and ears trying to pinpoint the sound. I heard a quietly drawn breath, a tiny rustle and found it."Jordan, it's me," I whispered and watched as the barely perceptible shape of her head bobbed as.