Did Jenny just knock out that blond?
What happened?
I just left a minute ago....
I saw some floozy leaning over our table, then bam! Something flashed.
The blonds hand shot out and was gabbed at the same instant! A right cross came next and smacked hard against Blondie's jaw. She stumbled back and into my waiting arms, asleep.
A yell came from the bar and a giant rushed over!
"What the fuck is going on over there! Shelly you ok"?
I had to think fast, no need for a brawl right now.
"She slipped and fell"!!
I just blurted it out, it worked!
We left out of the big wood door in a hurry and jumped on the hog, dust flying!
"What the fuck was that Jenny"?
"I don't know babe. She attacked me! I just reacted"!
"No shit! She was out cold Jen"!
"I'm sorry Marcus".
"For what babe you were amazing"!
"That was a nice place, I ruined it for you I'm sorry".
"Ruined it, how? We'll go back again some day, apologize to that bartender".
"Really, ok. Thanks babe"
She needed not be sorry for protecting herself from that, I often felt the same remorse after battle.
We needed gas, I pulled into the old town service station. A plethora of bikes and cars lined it's lot. All walks of life, Harleys, classics, hot rods, tuners, every one congregated to show off, or talk about showing off. Mountain roads always have at least one spot to hang and brag. They're a buffet of information as well.
"Looks like we've got a bit of a wait, want to check out all these sweet rides"?
"Heck yeah, I love cars Marcus.".
As soon as we got in line at the pump, a few guys came near and began checking out my bike.
"Is your bike special Marcus"?
"Yeah babe, the suspension system and the chop".
"Really, I feel so.... privy. What's chop"?
"A chopper is a customized bike like mine, everything non essential has been chopped off, to perfection".
W had just begun walking when the deep sound of single cylinder thumpers fired up, signaling our turn in line to fill up. I turned to Jenny.
"Hey honey, it's our turn for gas. If you want you can check out the bikes while I fill up".
"K babe".
My eyes were locked on her as she perused the different bikes. She was stunning, her long bright red hair shined different shades as the sun beamed through. And her body....truly flattering!
The leather jacket hugged her slim waist, fallowed by perfect shaped hips and thick tone thighs. Cute little calf muscles led down to slim black heeled boots. Good God she's hot! This was confirmed by all the eyes on her as she walked the station, even the women! I was caught staring too!!
I noticed her stop in front of a shiny dark grey ninja. All these machines and she likes a fucking H2R! She began to converse with what I assumed was the owner, shit!
She's laughing, double shit!
My anger heated, I needed to chill but my temperature kept rising.
I was jealous!
That thought broke my rage, and crushed it into laughter!
I laughed out loud and she looked over my way, red hair half in her face. She brushed the red strands from her vision and smiled, I returned the gesture and winked. She didn't even bother to say bye to the rich ninja owner and sashayed my way.
God she looked good.
At that moment Gasoline erupted from my tank scaring the shit outta me in the process.
I slipped and fell on my behind, gas pump still in my hand, thank God the flow stopped!
I looked up from the mess I had created to a beautiful red haired girl laughing histericly in my direction. The whole place was staring as she offering to help me up!
"Need a hand stud"?
"Thanks babe".
"Don't mention it, what happened"?
"I got jealous".
She smiled...
"That old goat with the shiny bike"?
"A 50 thousand dollar bike"!
"Wow, really! I should go back, get his digits".
She turned for a split second, my heart sank...
She turned back just as quickly, at the same time laughing hard and holding her stomach.
Damn it....
Then she leaned toward me and bent over, gripped my head by the ears and placed a kiss on my lips.
"So far you're the greatest man I've ever met, don't fuck it up".
"Sorry".
"I will never disrespect you Marcus, come talk to me if I hurt you. I won't do the same thing again, ok"?
"Ok".
It felt good to be put in my place. It was almost as if I needed the reassurance. What an amazing woman I've found, or did she find me? Whatever the case it didn't matter...
I brushed myself off, grabbed some paper towels and cleaned the gas off the tank and some off my boots.
How fucking embarrassing was that!
"Come on Jen, let's split. I need to hose this bike down proper".
After the quick wipe down we jumped on the bike and kicked the dust up. Once again our trip back down to the main highway was through the tall trees and bright sunshine. I pulled the bike off the highway at our familiar turn out overlooking the valley below.
I figured now would be a great time to show her how to use the Bluetooth helmet.....
