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Paris has spent all morning talking to me about the trip I have planned for Mer and myself today. He needed reassurance that I would take care of Leelu, and I had to promise not to ride at reckless speeds as the police, the law keepers in this world, do not take kindly to riders who disobey their laws. He admitted that he had been "pulled over" last year, and had been locked up for this offence. I think there is more to it than that, but he brushed off further questions. He was also adamant that we needed to take food with us, as it is not accepted practice to trap, kill and skin rabbits for roasting over a fire on the beach. I gave in to that one with a sigh. There are so many rules and regulations in this world that also provides so many freedoms. It is quite a paradox.
The one thing he was most concerned about was that we did not drive too far up the coast. He showed me on the map he gave me where a couple of his good friends live and I can understand that it would be awkward for us to accidentally meet and for them to mistake me for him.
Finally, the bike is ready, with supplies and a sleeping bag, which is some sort of bedroll, and he shifts out, leaving me to enjoy a cup of coffee before Mer arrives. I smile to myself. He has no idea where we are going today, and I cannot wait to show him the ocean.
Paris suggested that I wear his leathers today, and they fit like a second skin, very supple, almost like my leather riding breeches back home. As I lock up the house, and take Leelu out of the yard so we can head straight off when Mer gets here, I wonder if next time we meet, we should take some of the money won playing darts, and buy him some clothes. He's bigger than Karl, and I think a pair of well fitting leathers would be ... practical.
( My mind wanders as I sit on the bike in the sun ... )
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The one thing he was most concerned about was that we did not drive too far up the coast. He showed me on the map he gave me where a couple of his good friends live and I can understand that it would be awkward for us to accidentally meet and for them to mistake me for him.
Finally, the bike is ready, with supplies and a sleeping bag, which is some sort of bedroll, and he shifts out, leaving me to enjoy a cup of coffee before Mer arrives. I smile to myself. He has no idea where we are going today, and I cannot wait to show him the ocean.
Paris suggested that I wear his leathers today, and they fit like a second skin, very supple, almost like my leather riding breeches back home. As I lock up the house, and take Leelu out of the yard so we can head straight off when Mer gets here, I wonder if next time we meet, we should take some of the money won playing darts, and buy him some clothes. He's bigger than Karl, and I think a pair of well fitting leathers would be ... practical.
( My mind wanders as I sit on the bike in the sun ... )
NC - 17
