When I meet the guys at the bar, they always tease me about my little beer belly. “Who are you going to seduce with that hippopotamus stomach?” say the jokers. “You and your bike are definitely losers” and they laugh like hyenas.
They could never have imagined Betty’s excitement when I invited her to go for a ride. “Antique bikes fascinate me” she exclaimed when climbing on the back and hugging up close to me. “Let’s go, sugar, take off, I love this stuff.”
I couldn’t believe it, the sensual body pressed against me was the most sought after girl in the neighborhood. I stopped in front of the bar, looked inside and with an arrogant smile, gunned the throttle. Just looking at the faces of the guys and I knew they were going to have trouble sleeping that night.