) I had to shorten the handlebars down into the fork to the last setting, and then reverse the sweep of the bars so that instead of a goat horn sweep,... they had a cow horn sweep. After I moved the control levers to the bottom part of the curve, I could reach them fairly comfortably. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwardmost adjustment, and it worked fine, if looked slightly rediculous. However, the bike exuded so much power and menace, with its red and orange flames and shiny chrome,. ..”I remember. They were sitting around a couple of the battered picnic tables the former tenant left behind.“We didn’t even have any airplanes yet, and certainly no customers. So, we were in that hangar bundled against the cold with flip charts, a couple of white-boards, and portable heaters, trying to work out how we would attract more investors and get our charter customers. Cassandra and Rachel were getting ready to leave for Boise and Seattle to talk to Micron and Microsoft.“Our only. “I can’t last much longer” he groaned, digging his fingers roughly into my hips.Quickly pulling my t-shirt from his head, I got to my knees, working my hand and tongue in unison as I let him watch me finish him off.“Where baby?” I smirked, quickly resuming my mouth back to its place as I continued to look up at him from beneath my lashes.“Ugh, boobs” he panted, winding his fingers even more tightly in my hair. I bit down on my bottom lip as I leant back, pushing my chest out towards him as his. Tammy had driven away, in a van I bought so she could do just that. So, why was I so sad?It was over. Actually, it was over the second Tammy said she didn't see us having a future. I had just been enjoying the interlude between knowing it was over and it being over.The sadness was kicking my butt.If I didn't change my situation I was in danger of sinking deep into the depression I'd been running from since Beth Ann died.And then the phone rang.It was Mr. Bell. That couldn't be good. "Brian, my.