I had seen him at the Tuesday bike meet the previous few weeks with his gang of five guys, all about the same age and all very deeply attractive in a ...rough way, like him. I had heard a rumour that they were a gay biker group and I wanted to know more. Two friends had warned me off, but they couldn't give a good reason why. I wanted to see Tom, the obvious leader, close up and personal. His dark intense eyes and the way he moved and interacted with his lads was consuming me with curiosity and. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir." She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy."You are free to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you." She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she had originally come.Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing squad car, as she climbed back. And there he was, the owner of that voice, the only voice I recalled from the night everything had burned to the ground. He looked to be around my age, standing at around 5’10’ with a quizzical look in his defined features. He ran a hand through his dark hair, and fiddled with his stethoscope with the other. His white coat was in contrast with his tanned skin, and his dark slacks, which loosely covered his legs. ‘Often patients find themselves disoriented when they recover consciousness, honey.. "I' makes me hearr' sing t'see ye sae joyful." And you did it," she told him. "It was you who got through when I couldn't. Oh, Angus, there's no way I can thank you." Yer happiness is thanks enough," he said, smiling.Her face turned serious. "You're not sorry, are you?" she asked with sudden trepidation. "I mean, this is exactly what you were trying to prevent, isn't it?" Nae, I'm no' sorry," he answered. "I mean' wha' I said doon therre. Ye canna lie in sae grran' a place, i' crries oo' for.