“I don’t know if you should be turned on or disgusted.” “It’s a little creepy,” Leslie acknowledged. “But it’s also kind of hot.”“...Oh you are so fucked,” Jen told her. “You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your brains out.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” Leslie interrupted. “I don’t,” Jen admitted. “I wasn’t paying attention to anyone around us.” “You know me so well,” Leslie said. “This is. All of a sudden the door to the compartment flung open again. It was the leather man I had seen at Mister B. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps over his cut-off jeans with a codpiece. A leather harness under his leather biker jacket. Sunglasses, leather gloves, and biker boots. As if he had come straight from an all-night kinky bondage session in some nightclub. Startled I looked him intensely up and down. Taking in all he was wearing. And admiring his burly, muscular, power-full macho. “So, tell me everything! How did it come about that you ended up here?”Mélanie proceeded to recount how the last months with Butch were from bad to worse and how, that last night, Butch had screamed at her and ended up by slapping her. She described how, early the next morning while Butch was still semi-comatose from all the booze, she had emptied his pockets, packed her diaper bag and, with Sonny in her arms, she had made her way to Butch’ garage and stole one of the wrecks to take to the. Then he started to listen to Dr. Timothy Leary. ‘Tune in, turn on and drop out,’ was the master’s message. So in a moment of extreme stupidity, that’s exactly what he did. He never graduated high school. He was too busy with the drug scene. His parents were really frustrated with his new attitude and were getting ready to put him in rehab. So he bummed a ride to San Francisco. Yes, he wore some flowers in his hair. Soon he was a regular in the Haight-Ashbury hippy community. Drugs, alcohol and.