She smiled and took a seat beside him at the bar.The conversation was light and touched on nothing whatsoever that was meaningful. About fifteen minut...es into the little get together, a man two tables away, who had been surreptitiously clicking photographs of the two, smiled; three of the photos were of the man sliding a white envelope over the bartop to the woman, who looked inside of it and counted whatever the contents were; she closed the envelope, and put it in her purse. The man with the. "You've made it abundantly clear thatyou're prepared to soak up all the punishment I can give you, and youseem quite content to make this just between the two of us. I can onlyassume that you actually enjoy submitting yourself to this predicament.Well, if you're happy to take it, I'm equally happy to dish it out. Butdon't say I didn't give you ample opportunity to back out." Fine! Let's get started."I pulled on the six petticoats, then plonked the stool down in front ofthe swing and climbed. As she pours the wine, she asks me, “Sir, may I ask you a personal question?” “Sure Allyson” “Do you get attracted to women’s breasts or butt?” I smile and say, "Well both". We both laugh. “Tell me seriously”, flashing her eyelids and with a seductive smile, she insists. “I am serious, I love both”, I say in a tone that is perceptively flirtatious. She smiles; then giving me a rather serious look, she says, “Ok sir, when you see me, which one do you notice more, my breasts or butt?” Strange as. Marty was way ahead of me and had no idea that I was down. The motor was screaming and there was the smell of exhaust and raw gas. The small gas tank was leaking. I could only hope it wasn't headed for the hot exhaust. The trailer was on its side and even more gas was very close to the bike. If it caught fire, there could be a loud noise.My first job was to get to the kill switch on the bike's handle bars. I realized that I was bleeding, but that it was minor. I also realized that my chest hurt.