She had been a security gaurd for more than a year now. Her name Heather Mckcafin the toughest Irish girl in high school. Now she wanted to be a cop, but she had two years of collage to finish before she could apply to the academy. For now she would wait and do her job the best she could, make the right impression for the reference..
On her fifth round of the night she came across somthing different. A black motercycle, low strung fast Harley softtail that struck somthing within her not somthing sexual. Fear it was definital fear, it shook through her like a stream of fire. She stood there silent for a monent then sank back into the shadows to collect her thoughts.
Not completely concious of how much time was passing the door opened. He stood there just outside the door for a moment then proceded down the [ ...continue reading "First Story of Love" ]
