I have blue eyes, and average build, and I keep my blonde hair cut as a buzz. As I have said earlier I was force to move back in with my dad and he li...kes younger women. He likes them, brings them home, fucks them, and then moves on. In a way my dad is a player. I doubt the women really care because you see my dad is rich and he does leave them with some money for their services. These women are not prostitutes but random girls my dad picks up, mostly college students who are drunk when my dad. . assurances that I was going to be okay ... but there was nothing else ... just constant dull pain and brief moments of respite from angelic whispered voices.When I awoke in my hospital bed, there was a feeding tube in my nose, IV tubes in my arms, and my hands were cuffed to the rails of the bed. "At least I won't break my nose this time", I thought to myself. I remembered the dead biker's lifeless eyes and wondered how much trouble I was in. I looked over and saw Samantha dozing in a chair. After shaping the piece to the correct measurements with the grinder, a drill with a routing tool, and files, I clamped it at the tube end and tacked it. I did the other side then started measuring all over again. Everything seemed to be right.Next I cut the tabs for the frame where the tanks fit and on the underside for the ignition and the small brace for the alternator. When that was done, shaped and tacked, it was time for lunch.Jan had the usual big platter for all the Saturday riders that. What else?" I want it rough, but not so rough that it'll actually cause me pain." She appeared to give this some thought, then grinned at me. "Well, maybe just a little pain."My eyebrow arched up. "Getting off pain now? We're not into B & D and S & M stuff now, are we?"Her grin did not fade. "Well... I did read a little on the subject... "I laughed. "Lizzie, you are the most well-read girl I know." She joined in on my laughter."Ok, no leather garments and riding crops yet." She wiped at her.