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Saturday's Warrior
  1. He's perfect for the part
  2. You're my obsession
  3. A question of morality
  4. Could I really love a man who could do something like this?
  5. A problem and a solution
  6. A favor for a friend
  7. The grace period
  8. Trying to make things right again
  9. The sort of spiritual experience eternal companions should share
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Saturday's Warrior

Thursday morning

In the morning Rex dropped me off at Jake's house. Jake already had his motorcycle out in the driveway and was working on it with some tools. I hoped that it was just some last-minute adjustments and not that something was wrong.

"Thanks for doing this, man," said Rex.

"No problem," said Jake. "Like I said, I was planning to ride to Vegas one of these days anyway."

Then Rex turned to me and sighed. "Good luck," he said. "And try to... try to have some fun on this trip if that's at all possible."

"Thanks," I said.

"Don't worry about Mom and Dad," said Rex. "I'll take care of damage control on the home front if anything happens." Then he got back in the car and left.

Jake gathered up his tools and put them away in the garage. Then he came back out and walked around the bike, looking at it from all angles. It was really quite a beautiful motorcycle, although I couldn't claim to know much about them. Jake took out a white cloth and polished it until it was gleaming in the morning sun.

I looked over at the porch and noticed that Jake's mom had come out and was standing there smoking a cigarette and watching.

"How are you holding up, honey?" she asked.

"I guess I'm okay," I said. "I'm a little nervous."

"Well, you can't wear that light jacket on a trip like this. Here, I'll lend you mine." She went in the house and came back with a black leather jacket. She handed it to me with one hand, still holding her cigarette between two fingers of her other hand.

I took off my backpack and my jacket and tried on Jake's mom's jacket. It was heavy and a little too big for me, but I figured it would be okay.

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"You look great," said Jake's mom. "Like a real biker-chick! Now all you need are some tattoos!"

I smiled and laughed. I knew she was just humoring me. Jake laughed too. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"I guess so," I said.

"Good," he said, handing me a helmet and straddling the bike. "Hop on."

"Wait, I don't know what to do," I said. "I don't even know how to put on the helmet."

Jake laughed. "The helmet is pretty self-explanatory. As for what you have to do, just hang on!"

So I put on the helmet and got on the bike just behind Jake and put my arms around him. Before I was even expecting it, we were moving. Even at low speed the turn at the end of the driveway was already a little scary. As we rode away, I looked back and saw Jake's mom at the end of the driveway, smiling and waving with her cigarette-hand.

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