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check it out. Of course she refused and made me promise I wouldn’t go. I promised. However, I knew that I couldn’t stay away.
Two nights later, I found myself driving to the outskirts of town. I passed industrial warehouses that were very old. It was a sprawling isolated area and some of the brick warehouses dating back to the 1700s. There was nothing out here in terms of houses or businesses. It was very isolated and very industrial, it was definitely the wrong side of the tracks. I did not even see a gas station or any source of light. I swallowed hard and wondered if I was being stupid. What if the guy wasn’t at this bar? Was I out of my mind? I had nothing to go on other than the fact that other kids at school said this was a biker bar. I decided I would just drive by it and that was it. Out of the dark I saw light up ahead. It was blue neon shining in the light. It was obviously a bar. I slowed down and passed the dirt parking lot. There were lots of bikes lined up outside. I kept driving. Then I convinced myself, “Mary you’ve come this far.” I turned around and drove straight there.
I pulled into the parking lot. There were motorcycles lined up in the lot. It was definitely a biker bar. I suddenly became very scared, and then decided to leave. I turned my car back on, and then I told myself, “Mary, you can do this. It’s just a bar. People do go in there. It’s a public place!” With that I turned off the car, gathered my courage and walked to the door.
When I opened the door to the bar a rush of energy came at me. It was smoky and the music was loud. There were hard looking people everywhere. They were people that looked like they lived, and yes bikers everywhere. I stood up straight and walked to the bar. I heard snickers and noticed a few people looking in my direction. I heard “Harvard” and “Prep” a few times. I finally made it to the safety of the dark wood bar and sat at a stool.
“Beer please,” I nodded to the bartender. He gave me a strange look then poured me a beer.
I didn’t dare look around as I didn’t want to draw any attention, so I didn’t know how I would find my mysterious guy. I sat quietly drinking my beer for about ten minutes. Then it all changed.
“You’re pretty,” a deep voice said.
I turned to see a big burly man standing behind me. He was uncomfortably close to me and he was obviously drunk. The bartender just laughed at the man, which scared me. It meant I was all alone and the employees of the establishment would not rescue me.
I said nothing and turned back to my beer. This did not discourage the man though.
“I said you’re pretty!” he said louder and more controlling than before.
I cringed and then felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Leaver her alone,” another voice said.
I turned to see my mysterious motorcycle babe standing next to the man. The burly man towered over him by a foot, yet he stood there unafraid of him.
“Fuck off Kit! This one’s mine,” the burly man said as he put his hand in my hair.
Boom!
Kit punched the burly man and he went down. I was shocked. I had never seen anyone punch another person. The burly man stood back up and was more aggressive. Then about three other men stood up and came to Kit’s side. I noticed that they too had the white wolf tattoo on their arms. The burly man walked away. Then it was over and everyone went back to drinking. Kit looked at me.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Don’t thank me. Let me walk you to your car. You need to leave,” he said coldly.
“Okay,” I said. I felt humiliated. I had come all this way and he was forcing me to leave without so much as a short conversation. I grabbed my purse and walked out with him to the parking lot.
Once we got outside away from the prying eyes I felt more relaxed. We stood near my car.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
“I came looking for you,” I
Two nights later, I found myself driving to the outskirts of town. I passed industrial warehouses that were very old. It was a sprawling isolated area and some of the brick warehouses dating back to the 1700s. There was nothing out here in terms of houses or businesses. It was very isolated and very industrial, it was definitely the wrong side of the tracks. I did not even see a gas station or any source of light. I swallowed hard and wondered if I was being stupid. What if the guy wasn’t at this bar? Was I out of my mind? I had nothing to go on other than the fact that other kids at school said this was a biker bar. I decided I would just drive by it and that was it. Out of the dark I saw light up ahead. It was blue neon shining in the light. It was obviously a bar. I slowed down and passed the dirt parking lot. There were lots of bikes lined up outside. I kept driving. Then I convinced myself, “Mary you’ve come this far.” I turned around and drove straight there.
I pulled into the parking lot. There were motorcycles lined up in the lot. It was definitely a biker bar. I suddenly became very scared, and then decided to leave. I turned my car back on, and then I told myself, “Mary, you can do this. It’s just a bar. People do go in there. It’s a public place!” With that I turned off the car, gathered my courage and walked to the door.
When I opened the door to the bar a rush of energy came at me. It was smoky and the music was loud. There were hard looking people everywhere. They were people that looked like they lived, and yes bikers everywhere. I stood up straight and walked to the bar. I heard snickers and noticed a few people looking in my direction. I heard “Harvard” and “Prep” a few times. I finally made it to the safety of the dark wood bar and sat at a stool.
“Beer please,” I nodded to the bartender. He gave me a strange look then poured me a beer.
I didn’t dare look around as I didn’t want to draw any attention, so I didn’t know how I would find my mysterious guy. I sat quietly drinking my beer for about ten minutes. Then it all changed.
“You’re pretty,” a deep voice said.
I turned to see a big burly man standing behind me. He was uncomfortably close to me and he was obviously drunk. The bartender just laughed at the man, which scared me. It meant I was all alone and the employees of the establishment would not rescue me.
I said nothing and turned back to my beer. This did not discourage the man though.
“I said you’re pretty!” he said louder and more controlling than before.
I cringed and then felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Leaver her alone,” another voice said.
I turned to see my mysterious motorcycle babe standing next to the man. The burly man towered over him by a foot, yet he stood there unafraid of him.
“Fuck off Kit! This one’s mine,” the burly man said as he put his hand in my hair.
Boom!
Kit punched the burly man and he went down. I was shocked. I had never seen anyone punch another person. The burly man stood back up and was more aggressive. Then about three other men stood up and came to Kit’s side. I noticed that they too had the white wolf tattoo on their arms. The burly man walked away. Then it was over and everyone went back to drinking. Kit looked at me.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Don’t thank me. Let me walk you to your car. You need to leave,” he said coldly.
“Okay,” I said. I felt humiliated. I had come all this way and he was forcing me to leave without so much as a short conversation. I grabbed my purse and walked out with him to the parking lot.
Once we got outside away from the prying eyes I felt more relaxed. We stood near my car.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
“I came looking for you,” I
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