The question turned me on so much that I couldn’t help myself. “Yes,” I said.“Well, if you want to come over and swallow mine, it would be 100... safe and completely private. I just need to get off right now,” he responded back.“Hmm, where do you live?”He wasn’t far from me, walking distance actually, and I was just drunk enough to think it was a good idea, so I said, “I’ll be right there.”Because I was a bit drunk, the walk there seemed almost instant, but maybe it was my craving taking over.. I thought about maybe trying to fix the car, but I knew next-to-nothing about fixing cars, so I tried to get a hold of a towing company.Out there in the middle nowhere, you’re more likely to see a tornado than a signal bar. We waited in that hot Texas sun for about an hour before a big, diesel pickup truck pulled up in front of us. It was one of those trucks that guys in Texas drive to make it seem like they work at a ranch, but in reality, they just do construction or something.It was a white. You arrive at 7am under dark cloud with the rain sluicing down outside. I am waiting for you in the lobby. It is wet with rain and people shaking out their umbrellas. You have to be careful not to slip in your heels. You are wearing a blue frock that comes halfway to your knees, revealing sheer stockings and slim legs.We take the lift to my upper floor and we are alone. We embrace and I lean down to kiss you, and stroke the sides of your body. I feel a tremor of excitement as the elevator. Heidi pulled her Mini-Cooper into the garage and there sat a nice shiny American Harley Motorcycle. ‘Wow, whose bike?’ ‘It’s mine, Jonesy. You’re looking at my pride and joy on wheels. That’s a 1250 V Rod Muscle machine with a Hard Tail.’ This was a woman who’s a bit different. I know a lot of women ride motorcycles, but not many want to wrestle with one that size. I was impressed. ‘Come on I’ll give you a quick tour of my place and then maybe I can dig us up something to eat. I live alone and.