Midas Touch by Frankie J Jones

Author:Frankie J Jones [Jones, Frankie J]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ! Yes
ISBN: 9781931513210
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2002-11-15T06:00:00+00:00

“Great. She’s all yours for an hour.” Dee slapped them each on the shoulder and left.

Connie assessed Sandra’s clean slacks and silk shirt. “Why don’t you watch today and wear something old tomorrow?”

Eager to begin, Sandra nodded.

For the next hour, Connie explained the basic operations of a motorcycle as she continued to work on the carburetor she was rebuilding.

Sandra listened and watched with an intensity she’d never shown for any other lecture.

Connie answered Sandra’s questions with quick easy assurance. Before Sandra realized it, Dee was back waiting for her.”Ready for your first ride?” Dee asked.

Sandra felt her mouth go dry. She could only nod.

“Well, come on.” Dee tossed her the helmet Sandra had purchased earlier.

Sandra caught it and turned to Connie. “Thanks, Connie. See you tomorrow.” Connie nodded and waved.

Dee led the way to the front of the building. Sandra’s breath caught at the sight of what she already considered her bike sitting there.

“I figured you should know what you’re working toward. It might give you an extra bit of incentive to get you through the rough spots and sore muscles,” Dee said. Sandra pulled on the helmet as Dee threw a long leg over the leather seat.

“Hop on,” Dee instructed as she patted the seat behind her.

Sandra trembled with excitement as she slid her leg over the seat and settled behind Dee.

“Hang on to me and don’t make any sudden moves,” Dee said. “Let your body become a part of the machine and move with it. Ready?”

“Yes!” Sandra’s heart pounded so hard, she wondered if she might be having another attack. God, she thought when the powerful motor roared to life. If dying feels like this, take me now!

Dee took them through a maze of side streets until they reached IH-35. She headed south, and as the city traffic fell away, she opened-up the throttle. Sandra Tate fell head over heels in love with the powerful machine between her legs. She turned her face to the warm afternoon sun, wishing she could rip the helmet from her head. She wanted to feel the wind in her face and hair, but she knew Dee would not approve, so she closed her eyes and held onto Dee, scarcely breathing. She wanted to absorb every nuance of this moment. She needed to be able to recall every detail. These memories would sustain her until she could ride this beauty by herself.

Sandra almost cried in disappointment an hour later when they rolled back into the parking lot of Dee’s shop.

“What do you think?” Dee asked as she got off and removed her helmet.

Sandra took her helmet off and smiled brightly. “After that ride I think I need a cigarette.”

Dee laughed loudly. “It’s a thrill all right, but I wouldn’t say it was better than sex.”

It’s better than any sex I’ve ever had, Sandra thought, her body still throbbing with the sensations of the bike.

“So, we’ll see you tomorrow morning then?”

Sandra nodded and reluctantly climbed off.

The next two weeks were rougher than Sandra could have ever imagined.

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