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the alley, and exhaled the smoke into the humid evening air. Before the smoke dissipated, the phone beeped again.
    Thought you’d never ask
    I quickly typed my next message.
    Pick you up on the bike?
    The response was immediate.
    Can’t wait 12721 Birchwood. When?
    I gazed at the back door and thought of Tyler and the MILF with off centered nipples.
    Now?
    I pressed send.
    Her response caused me to once again grin from ear to ear.
    I’ll be sitting on the porch waiting
    I turned on the key, started the motor, and allowed it to warm up to temperature before pulling out of the alley. As I rode past the front of the shop, I slowed to an almost stop and peered inside. Although the blinds were pulled, the east blind wasn’t shut completely. The shadows were clear, at least to me, but I knew what I was looking for.
    Candee Diamond was bent over Tyler’s chair, and he was behind her fucking her like a mad man. I turned to face the street ahead of me and prepared to accelerate. I realized the further away from that nasty bitch I could make myself, the better off I would be. As I gripped the throttle, I couldn’t help myself. Similar to passing a terrible accident on the highway, I had to take one last look.
    As Tyler continued to pound away he glanced in my direction. Realizing the sound of my exhaust must have gathered his attention, I raised my left hand and waved. He released her hip, raised his right hand, and waved in return. Slightly humored, but even more disgusted, I twisted back on the throttle with my right hand and separated myself from him and Candee as quickly as I was able.
    As I rode up the street, my only focus was Tyler’s having traded sex for the tattoo. The ride to Riley’s house was about ten miles, and took almost twenty minutes in traffic. The entire trip, the MILF being in the shop bothered me. In considering my life’s concerns, I realized changing things would only come from making a change within me.
    I pulled up in front of her house and she was right where she said she would be, sitting on the porch in her jean shorts, Chuck’s, and a worn tee shirt.
    As I watched her stand and walk my direction, I decided I would implement a new company policy starting the next day.
    Blurred Lines would be a cash only establishment. Trading sex for tattoos would be a thing of the past.
    Even for Tyler.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    RILEY
    My life was a book. The chapters had been my experiences, and although I couldn’t alter the portion that had been written, I was prepared to change the tone of the book from the dramatic mess it had been to a love story with a happy ending.
    “So what did you think? You enjoy riding?” he asked as he pulled the motorcycle into to the driveway.
    “I loved it,” I responded. “It was much more fun than I expected.”
    He flipped a switch beside his right hand and stopped the engine. Feeling a slight bit awkward sitting on the back of the motorcycle and gripping his waist in my hands with the engine off and the motorcycle stationary in the driveway, I released my grip and stared down at my empty hands. I leaned forward until my chin touched the back of his shoulder.
    “You want to come in?” I asked.
    “I should probably get home. Busy day tomorrow,” he responded as he leaned over the left side of the motorcycle.
    After he lowered the kickstand, I got off the motorcycle and turned to face him. He relaxed into the seat and rubbed his hands together as frantically as he had in the tattoo shop. As he shifted his eyes from the porch to me and around the yard, his hands never stopped moving. I decided as I watched him that it was a nervous habit, and something about being around me and not having an agenda made him nervous.
    “Well…” he began as he turned his head to face me.
    “Just for a little bit?” I asked.
    His hands stopped moving and he clenched his right hand into a fist. As he raised his hand to his mouth, he exhaled and glanced toward the porch.
    While