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He was just the dirty rebel that I was never allowed to touch or talk to all my life. I could not stop looking at him. I looked boldly at the bulge in his tight pants. I looked at his broad shoulders and strong arms. Then I saw it. A white wolf tattooed on his forearm. It was beautiful. I wondered if it had any meaning.
Then I realized how preppy I must look. I had a white headband in my dark long hair and I was wearing a pleated black skirt and a maroon sweater. I must look like I just came from church. I blushed at my embarrassment. I saw him smirk as my gaze left the wolf on his arm and met his eyes. It seemed like we locked eyes for an hour but it was only a few seconds. He placed the pump back and closed his gas tank. Then he hopped on his bike and drove off. I felt warm and flushed from the interaction. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to do things with him. He was what I always wanted, but was never aloud to have. The one time I tried to date a kid from the other side of the tracks in high school, my father put a stop to it. I hated him for it. It didn’t make sense to me. I wanted a man, a real man that got in fights and had no fear. I wanted a man that had a sense of adventure and spontaneity to him. Not the preppy guys on the rowing team. I sighed as he drove off.
Then the gas attendant came running out of the store and yelled after the motorcycle, “Hey you didn’t pay you bastard!” He looked at me with a look of defeat. I shrugged my shoulders at him. I couldn’t believe it. He was committing a small crime right in front of me with out me even realizing it. He was even flirting while he did it. I was amazed. I was in awe. I was in lust.
I got in the car and drove home. I could not stop thinking about what happened. I could not stop thinking about the mysterious dark brooding guy with the wolf tattoo.
When I got back to my apartment I was in a daze. I could not stop thinking about the mysterious guy on the bike with the wolf tattoo. I walked in and there were people in our living room watching football. It was Lillian and a few of our classmates. I rolled my eyes as I walked in. I did not want them to be there.
“Mary! Come have a beer with me,” Derek said. He was the captain of the rowing team and someone that my father would love me to date. He was from a prominent family and had all the right connections. He was set on a political path, and would need a proper lady to stand by his side. He seemed to take an interest in me, but I did not return the interest.
We sat for an hour watching the game and drinking beer. Everyone was in good spirits. When the game was over they all wanted to go to a local bar.
“Should we go to the Crimson?” Derek asked.
“Sure,” Lillian agreed.
“Or we could go to the Pipe,” Derek laughed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“He’s joking,” Lillian said. “It’s a biker bar on the outskirts of town. On the wrong side of town.”
“I’ll go,” I said.
Derek laughed, “It was a joke Mary. Come on let’s go to the Crimson.”
A few minutes later they were off to the Crimson. I stayed home faking a headache. It took a long time for them to take my refusal and they spent a good deal trying to persuade me, but I was never one to give in to peer pressure. After they left I got out my laptop and looked up the bar. I found it on the map but there was very little about the place. If I had not been drinking I would have gone to check it out. Well, at least drive by it.
I fell asleep wondering about my mysterious biker guy and wondering if he hung out at the bar called The Pipe. I guess there was only one way to find out.
The next day I went to class. I was bored and going through the motions of college. I had lunch with Lillian and I told her about the mysterious biker guy. She laughed at me and said I was silly for wanting dirty guys. I asked her to go to The Pipe with me just to
Then I realized how preppy I must look. I had a white headband in my dark long hair and I was wearing a pleated black skirt and a maroon sweater. I must look like I just came from church. I blushed at my embarrassment. I saw him smirk as my gaze left the wolf on his arm and met his eyes. It seemed like we locked eyes for an hour but it was only a few seconds. He placed the pump back and closed his gas tank. Then he hopped on his bike and drove off. I felt warm and flushed from the interaction. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to do things with him. He was what I always wanted, but was never aloud to have. The one time I tried to date a kid from the other side of the tracks in high school, my father put a stop to it. I hated him for it. It didn’t make sense to me. I wanted a man, a real man that got in fights and had no fear. I wanted a man that had a sense of adventure and spontaneity to him. Not the preppy guys on the rowing team. I sighed as he drove off.
Then the gas attendant came running out of the store and yelled after the motorcycle, “Hey you didn’t pay you bastard!” He looked at me with a look of defeat. I shrugged my shoulders at him. I couldn’t believe it. He was committing a small crime right in front of me with out me even realizing it. He was even flirting while he did it. I was amazed. I was in awe. I was in lust.
I got in the car and drove home. I could not stop thinking about what happened. I could not stop thinking about the mysterious dark brooding guy with the wolf tattoo.
When I got back to my apartment I was in a daze. I could not stop thinking about the mysterious guy on the bike with the wolf tattoo. I walked in and there were people in our living room watching football. It was Lillian and a few of our classmates. I rolled my eyes as I walked in. I did not want them to be there.
“Mary! Come have a beer with me,” Derek said. He was the captain of the rowing team and someone that my father would love me to date. He was from a prominent family and had all the right connections. He was set on a political path, and would need a proper lady to stand by his side. He seemed to take an interest in me, but I did not return the interest.
We sat for an hour watching the game and drinking beer. Everyone was in good spirits. When the game was over they all wanted to go to a local bar.
“Should we go to the Crimson?” Derek asked.
“Sure,” Lillian agreed.
“Or we could go to the Pipe,” Derek laughed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“He’s joking,” Lillian said. “It’s a biker bar on the outskirts of town. On the wrong side of town.”
“I’ll go,” I said.
Derek laughed, “It was a joke Mary. Come on let’s go to the Crimson.”
A few minutes later they were off to the Crimson. I stayed home faking a headache. It took a long time for them to take my refusal and they spent a good deal trying to persuade me, but I was never one to give in to peer pressure. After they left I got out my laptop and looked up the bar. I found it on the map but there was very little about the place. If I had not been drinking I would have gone to check it out. Well, at least drive by it.
I fell asleep wondering about my mysterious biker guy and wondering if he hung out at the bar called The Pipe. I guess there was only one way to find out.
The next day I went to class. I was bored and going through the motions of college. I had lunch with Lillian and I told her about the mysterious biker guy. She laughed at me and said I was silly for wanting dirty guys. I asked her to go to The Pipe with me just to
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