I was just wondering."Real bikers. Some of them, anyway. It felt dangerous, and exciting, and not a small part of her was thrilled knowing that if her...father knew where she was that he'd probably drop dead in shock.Or get all wrathful, like God at Sodom and Gommora, and nuke the place.That The two continued to chat, and Jenni was surprised how easy it was to talk to someone that she was so completely different from. Jenni was from as wealthy a family as there was in the area (she talked about. Her skin was so flawless except for a few birthmarks and her hair cascaded perfect over her shoulders. "Paris. That dress. It's amazing! All the boys will be drooling over you!" Really?" She said, blushing. Even after two years of knowing one another, she still blushed whenever she got a compliment. "Thanks. And you look great too. That dress hugs your body perfectly and-" She stopped herself, maybe I wasn't the only one admiring my friend's beauty, maybe she was thinking the same thing about. She's been severely traumatized."Bob knew that only too well, but again, he withheld something—the information about how deep that trauma went."How long will that shot keep her under?" asked Bob."Normally, I'd say two or three hours," said the doctor. "With her, I have no idea." I'll come back," said Bob."Do you know this woman?" asked the doctor, his eyes curious."I feel like I should," said Bob, smiling. "She's taken up a lot of my time lately." He shrugged. "I just need to talk to her."The. If she worked this right, she may only have to see him once or twice a year. Pessimistically, she thought, fat chance.Finally, the plane was docking at the gate. Allie brushed her hand though her very short hair and waited.Twenty or so people got off of the airplane and filed past her. None looked like what she was expecting. Finally, what looked like the last on board came wandering off with a duffle bag. Pimple-faced, young, ugly, and lost. It had to be him."Mark, is that you, Mark?" Yes, it.