Being a tyro in the ciggy stakes and not knowing the strength and pungency of the brand I bought a packet of twenty.I later learned this brand was the...smoke of choice of roadmen and navvies.My first drag of a Capstan cigarette was nearly my last as my virgin lungs struggled to adapt to the tar laden smoke. My eyes swam with tears; I coughed, spluttered, and choked, and only the fact the powerful fumes and the wreathing reeking smoke deterred the swarms of bluebottles harassing me stopped me. I smiled to myself as I attached the seat and I threw my leg over the bike stood it up and hit the start button. She stepped over my bike and settled down on to the seat. she wrapped her legs around me leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me gripping the bottom front of my leather jacket. as the group of bikes pulled out of the parking lot and on to the highway. she pressed her lips to my ear and told me that there was something in the seat that was driving her pussy and ass crazy. I. We laughed and got food from the buffet.“Tony,” Matt said standing beside me. “I’ve got what you need.”“That’s great, Matt.”“That vicar-guy is going down. I’m not sitting around while that predator is on the loose.”“What are you talking about?”“I found pictures of him with boys—some as young as Damon. They weren’t portraits.”“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I swore.“I already acted. I sent them to the Archbishop with a message that I’d release them to the police in twenty-four hours. If he doesn’t turn. I picked up Kind of Blue. “Interesting choice, I haven’t heard this one in some time. Go, put it on.” – he said.A few glasses of red wine later I couldn’t hide that I was into Max anymore. I flipped the disk one more time, poured myself a bit of Bordeaux and sat closer to him. “Max, I’ve really had a great time with you today.” – I said hesitantly. “I am so glad you said that.” – he responded, and after a few seconds of silence added “But it doesn’t need to end there.”. He then embraced me so.