Summer Ride

Sunday Morning.

Evie awoke to the low hum of a motorcycle outside the lobby. She lifted her hand and wandered to the back door. Her eyes instantly brought her fully awake. Jack sat on his back �11 Honda 70. Evie licked her plump. Jack looked up and noticed her. He gave her a little wave. Evie quickly slid open the door.

�Well look at you,� she said. �Morning, stud!�

�This is my girl,� he bragged. �You like her?� Evie walked outside.

�I do,� said. Beautiful black shone off the sun. What a body. Boy, what a body! Jack noticed her face.

�Like motorcycles?� he asked. Evie nodded at him.

�Uh-huh,� she said. The girl reached out to touch his bike, but paused.

�May I?� Evie asked. He gave her a little nod.

�Sure,� Jack said. Evie stroked the body of the beast.

�Whoa,� she breathed. Her eyes met his. He gave her a little smile.

�Care to ride with me on her?� he asked. Evie�s eyes lit up brightly.

�No way!� she gasped. �You mean it?� Jack gave her a nod.

�Of course,� he said. He handed her a helmet. �Hop on!� Evie smiled brightly.

�Sure,� she said. Jack took in the moment as she climbed on behind him.

�Let�s go,� he said. They took off on the Honda 70.

The heated summer air ripped through Evie�s long blonde hair. She hung on tight to Jack from behind.

�So where are we going?� she asked.

�Does it matter?� he asked.

�Nope!� she shouted.

�Fine by me,� Jack replied. They turned into the main road. Evie�s nose took in his smell. Cigarettes and beer. Usually not pleasant to a normal person. But, Evie those things. If on a hot guy, even better.

�Want to go faster?� Jack asked.

�Yeah!� Evie cheered. He sped up at her request. She laughed with the wind.

In thirty minutes, they stopped at a vending machine. Jack bought them both Pepsi.

�Thanks,� Evie said. Jack nodded. They took the first sip.

�So,� Evie said. �How long have you been riding?�

Jack smirked to himself. �Eight years.�

She gave off a low whistle. �Wow!�

�Yep. My old man got me hooked.�

She nodded. �Impressive.�

�And what about you?�

�Hm?�

�What�s your story? What got you into bikes?�

Evie sipped and smiled. �My first love.�

�What was his name?�

�Ralph.� Evie turned her can in her hand. �Much older. I was thirteen at the time. He didn�t stay long. Only two weeks.�

�Why is that?�

�He did as he pleased. I wasn�t free then. He seemed to have what I needed.�

�Freedom?�

Evie took another sip of her Pepsi. �Yep.�

Jack smirked to himself. �Want me to show you real freedom?�

She glanced at him. �You�re not just talking?�

�Nope.�

�Prove it.�

Jack stood up, grinning. �Come on.�

Evie finished her drink and smiled. �Cool.�

The pair headed back to the bike for more.

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