Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“So, where exactly are we supposed to meet for this Biker’s Rule for School?” I yelled into Gabe’s ear.
We were driving down Highway 42, and it seemed to me we were more riding than getting to a destination. We passed over the Sabine River, and I noticed that it was getting quite low. We’d had one hell of a summer, and we were lucky it was as high as it was. Sometimes, during a bad summer, the river slowed down to little more than a creek in some spots.
“You’ll see.” Gabe said cryptically.
We rode for another ten minutes or so when I saw the first bike. Then it wasn’t just one, it was hundreds. We waved, spoke, joked around, and rode. What the Bikers Rule for School was, was a bunch of bikers (you didn’t even have to be a bad ass like Gabe and the rest of the guys, you could be an old man going through his midlife crisis) entering their bikes in the rally. Then the money that you paid to enter your bike then went to buying the local kids school supplies. This was my first year riding in it, but it sure wouldn’t be the last.
We rode for six hours straight. By the end of the day, I was ready to drop. We’ve ridden on long rides before, but never one where I spent the entire six hours riding straight. By the time we pulled up in front of Shogun’s, I was ready to burst; no potty break would do that to a girl. Gabe managed a front row parking spot, and I thanked God for answering my prayers before I pissed my pants.
Running into the bathroom, I barely slammed and locked the door before I dropped my pants. Sighing in intense relief, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I listened to the door slam and two cackling women enter the bathroom. They sounded snobby, and I was glad I was in the stall and didn’t have to see their faces. I might have to bitch slap them.
Finishing up, I was buttoning my jeans when what they were saying penetrated my brain. Then I started fuming.
“Did you see that trash that came with that hot hunk of man?” snotty bitch one said (SB for short).
“Yes. He could do much better. Did you see what she was wearing? You don’t wear that type of outfit out to a nice restaurant. You wear a dress.” SB number two countered.
“Oh, my God. For real! She must have a golden vagina to keep him. She didn’t even have boobs. Do you think he would call me if I slipped him my number?” SB number one quipped.
Motherfucking Son of a Bitch.
The lock made a sharp clicking sound as I slid it out of the locked position and slammed the door open. Both girls turned at the sharp sound of the stall door slamming against the wall. Then both of their eyes widened as they saw me walk out.
Busted.
“For your information, I give really good head. He keeps me around for when he wants me to give him the business.” I said sweetly.
I washed my hands while glaring daggers at them.
Both girls were frozen, unsure of what to do or say. They came unstuck when I walked out of the bathroom, swinging the door open so hard that it slammed against the wall also. I stomped my way back into the main part of the restaurant. Gabe saw me coming, and instantly took in my expression. Alarm came over his face, but then settled when he saw the women exiting behind me. Shaking his head, he looked down to his feet and contemplated his boots.
I walked up to stand beside him and watched the two women walk to their prospective dates, and immediately commenced talking shit about me. I could see the faces of the dates, and each ones showed clear disgust. Their faces became more and more animated before the beefier of the two broke off from the group. He marched over and tried to stick his finger in my face.
Except that, he got nowhere close.
One second he was marching towards me, and the next he found himself face down on the floor.
“I don’t really care what those ladies told you. You do not come up to my woman threateningly. If you have a problem, you come to me. I had better not ever find out you did this to some other woman. Have some respect man.” Gabe said as he pushed off him.
He did make sure he kneed him in the kidney first though.
Right as he stood up, our buzzer started going off, so I grabbed Gabe’s hand and pulled him towards the hostess station. The hostess gave us a wide berth as he seated us in their most secluded section of the entire place. Apparently, he felt a little uncomfortable having us in general population.
Dinner was a success though. Our first date went off without too many hitches.
“I really enjoyed our cook. He was pretty awesome with his spatula.” I said to Gabe as we made our way outside.
“Yea, that’s cause he thought you were hot, so he gave you more attention than he did anyone else.”
Shogun’s was your typical Japanese restaurant. They seat you around a large flat grilling surface where the cook takes the orders for everyone that surrounds his cooking station. He would cook everything to your specifications, and entertained us in the process. My favorite was the onion volcano.
“Yea, I’m pretty sure this scoop neck t-shirt and jeans really did it for him.”
He stopped abruptly and turned to look into my eyes.
“You are a very beautiful woman. Those women were just jealous of you. You don’t have to dress up to be the classiest person in a room. You can pull that off with some yoga pants and a t-shirt. They’re just jealous bitches who have no place in our thoughts.” He said before giving me a quick kiss and resuming our trek across the parking lot.