“Watch my words, Nat. You’re going to need a black leather riding crop to swat all the unwanted people away.““I’ll bear that in mind, but to...day I think I’ll be fine. Plus what would people think if I arrive with a riding crop and no horse?”“That you’re into BDSM perhaps?“Natalia laughed while her face started to get really warm.She sighed and as she walked towards the living room she said, “I think I’ll refrain from getting a riding crop, it definitely will give out the wrong message.”“Too bad,. "Allison!" He rapped again. "Allison!" In Bernard's room, down thehall, Allison heard Bernard shout. Showtime, she thought, and startedtwisting and pulling at her eyelashes. The pain started her tearsflowing."She's not there, dude," a student in the room across the hall calledout through the open door. "I saw her leave like a couple minutesago." Shit" Bernard said under his breath. He returned to his room, andwalked in. Allison was there, head bowed, sobbing. She was dressed ina. "Hello Beverley.." Capta.. I mean Jean-Luc?" I need a moment with you" Of course, what can I do for you?" I need you." Well as CMO I'm glad you do!" No, not as CMO. I need YOU Beverley. For so long I've wanted you, and now I'm going to have you."Picard kissed her passionately as she sat in her seat. Then took her hand and guided her to standing up."Are you sure." Yes."It was as simple as that. Picard knew that Beverley was now completely won over by him and he could do what he wanted. So he. “Me or the bike?” I asked with a grin“Both” she said in a matter of fact way.“Thanks”, I said, “Want to go for a ride?”Now I don’t normally ask every strange woman on the street if she wants to take a ride on my sled, but something about this girl made me think the offer would be worth it if she accepted which she did.So I dropped the rear pegs and got on, letting her place her tiny hands on my broad shoulders as she climbed aboard. I fired up the engine and with a throaty rumble took off out.