The Gentleman Biker

gain why she and her mother couldn't go back to the clapboard house they lived in, I didn't give her an answer, and she didn't push. I'm not sure

for the best. Perhaps it's best she keeps her distance out of fear. That pain in my chest grew stronger with the

ed in, making the two women jump. They have that effect on most people s

I'll see you later; I have stuff to take care of." I inclined my head to the guys who helped them both up a

n mother sometimes looks at me with a wary look in her eyes. She claims I'm nothing like the kid she brought into the world or

o that starry-eyed kid who believed in the goodness of mankind and all the other happy

to reach out and wash over everyone. It's my job to keep that shit from happening where I can.

efore that's no longer doable. And if she still believes in that shit after

I shook my head and walked to the door where Silla and her mom were sti

d hidey holes on purpose, but I have to admit he had the right idea for the kind of shit he was into

run a tight ship. I'm not sure what illegal shit he might have done in the past, but these days he was into making

almost outside when one of the 'sisters' came walking up to me smiling. I squinted my eyes against the noon

nger to touch me, which I evaded by stepping back and out of the way. "Never!" I sides

other living in a place like this twenty-something years ago and just can't see it. Even the wives and girlfrien