Chrome and Hot Women: Wayward Angels: Book-1 by Melanie Vance Page B
Authors: Melanie Vance
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me, too. If you know of a high visibility location that you can legally put one of these up, then please feel free to take one or more of them with you at the end of today's meeting. All I ask is that you use them. Don't take them home and leave them in a stack of papers on the kitchen table or in your saddlebags. This cause is much too important for that. Kids lives are literally at stake here ladies."
The women all enjoyed some drinks and conversation as they went over plans for the poker run.
"Are there any other issues you care to discuss this afternoon?" Cece asked, looking around at the group.
"There's an issue I would like to bring up that has been eating at me concerning an email I received from another member of this club," a woman named Karen Bates said. "I hesitate to do this, but it has really been eating at me."
Karen Bates was a certified motorcycle mechanic that had finished at the top of her class.
"Go on," Cece urged her.
"Well, some of you might remember me bringing up the idea of teaching any interested members of this club how to change their own oil. A lot of you might not know how to do it and it could save you a lot of money. As I recall, you liked the idea, Cece and so did some of the other women."
Several of the women nodded their heads in agreement.
"I still think it would be a great idea," Cece said. "Did a problem come up?"
"Well, you might remember me saying that I needed a bigger place than my garage at home to teach it."
Cece nodded, "I remember you bringing that up."
"Well, Kim emailed me and said she would set up something for us at one of the dealerships so we could do that, so I let her have the reigns. I hadn't heard from her in over a week, so I emailed her back to ask her about it. She answered me and said a few of the women in the group decided against it, that there wasn't enough interest."
"Can I see the email please?" Cece held out her hand.
Karen passed it over to her reluctantly.
Kim Hall looked like she was squirming in her seat. She glanced over at her best friend in the club, Marylyn Miller. Kim was a licensed practical nurse that had recently 'found religion' and had been acting kind of strange of late.
"Kim, can I ask you who those few women were that you refer to in this email?" Cece asked her.
Kim glanced over at her friend Marilyn, her eyes begging her to bail her out. Marilyn looked as if she didn't want to get involved.
"Well?" Cece was waiting for an answer. None of the other women spoke up. "Did anybody here tell Kim they didn't want to learn how to change their own oil?"
The other women shook their heads and mouthed 'no' .
"We are here to support one another, ladies. One thing I won't tolerate in this group is messing with the head of another member. Are we understood? Kim, have you got anything you want to add to this conversation?"
"No," Kim said.
"I would like to speak to you privately after the meeting is adjourned if you don't mind," Cece said.
"No, I don't mind," Kim answered.
The meeting came to an end, the women collected their fliers and other info they needed regarding the upcoming poker run. Soon, only Cece and Kim remained in the meeting room.
Cece heaved a sigh. "Kim, this isn't the first time I've heard of something you've done to another member of this club. I'm at wits end concerning what to do about it. You have alienated a couple of the other women as well. At first I shrugged it off, but it appears I can no longer do that. Why, I even had one potential new member call me in tears about something you said to her on one of the recent group rides. She told me that if this was the way the women in the club were, she wouldn't be interested in joining. I never heard from her again and that is such a shame. Do you have anything you'd like to say to me? Right now, you've got my undivided attention."
"No. Not really."
Cece was surprised that Kim wouldn't even offer an apology. "Okay, but know one thing, should you choose to continue
The women all enjoyed some drinks and conversation as they went over plans for the poker run.
"Are there any other issues you care to discuss this afternoon?" Cece asked, looking around at the group.
"There's an issue I would like to bring up that has been eating at me concerning an email I received from another member of this club," a woman named Karen Bates said. "I hesitate to do this, but it has really been eating at me."
Karen Bates was a certified motorcycle mechanic that had finished at the top of her class.
"Go on," Cece urged her.
"Well, some of you might remember me bringing up the idea of teaching any interested members of this club how to change their own oil. A lot of you might not know how to do it and it could save you a lot of money. As I recall, you liked the idea, Cece and so did some of the other women."
Several of the women nodded their heads in agreement.
"I still think it would be a great idea," Cece said. "Did a problem come up?"
"Well, you might remember me saying that I needed a bigger place than my garage at home to teach it."
Cece nodded, "I remember you bringing that up."
"Well, Kim emailed me and said she would set up something for us at one of the dealerships so we could do that, so I let her have the reigns. I hadn't heard from her in over a week, so I emailed her back to ask her about it. She answered me and said a few of the women in the group decided against it, that there wasn't enough interest."
"Can I see the email please?" Cece held out her hand.
Karen passed it over to her reluctantly.
Kim Hall looked like she was squirming in her seat. She glanced over at her best friend in the club, Marylyn Miller. Kim was a licensed practical nurse that had recently 'found religion' and had been acting kind of strange of late.
"Kim, can I ask you who those few women were that you refer to in this email?" Cece asked her.
Kim glanced over at her friend Marilyn, her eyes begging her to bail her out. Marilyn looked as if she didn't want to get involved.
"Well?" Cece was waiting for an answer. None of the other women spoke up. "Did anybody here tell Kim they didn't want to learn how to change their own oil?"
The other women shook their heads and mouthed 'no' .
"We are here to support one another, ladies. One thing I won't tolerate in this group is messing with the head of another member. Are we understood? Kim, have you got anything you want to add to this conversation?"
"No," Kim said.
"I would like to speak to you privately after the meeting is adjourned if you don't mind," Cece said.
"No, I don't mind," Kim answered.
The meeting came to an end, the women collected their fliers and other info they needed regarding the upcoming poker run. Soon, only Cece and Kim remained in the meeting room.
Cece heaved a sigh. "Kim, this isn't the first time I've heard of something you've done to another member of this club. I'm at wits end concerning what to do about it. You have alienated a couple of the other women as well. At first I shrugged it off, but it appears I can no longer do that. Why, I even had one potential new member call me in tears about something you said to her on one of the recent group rides. She told me that if this was the way the women in the club were, she wouldn't be interested in joining. I never heard from her again and that is such a shame. Do you have anything you'd like to say to me? Right now, you've got my undivided attention."
"No. Not really."
Cece was surprised that Kim wouldn't even offer an apology. "Okay, but know one thing, should you choose to continue
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