Short Story #6
The girls watched as the Frenchman roughly brought the motorcycle to a halt, put the kickstand down, leaving the bike running. As he got off, they took notice of his windswept hair and how he wore faded blue jeans which clung deliciously to his thighs and a black leather jacket without a shirt.
He smiled at the flirting women as he ran a hand through his auburn hair and disappeared inside the building.
“So, that’s the legendary Ray?” someone asked.
“The one and only,” it was confirmed.
The women sighed, wishing that they’ll be the one wearing his black leather jacket at the end of the night, instead of his bombshell of a wife.
This one is for the wonderful bikers out there!