The longer the silence between us the more ticked off I get until finally I can’t hold it in any longer. “So I suppose I’m supposed to just take off my clothes now, is that it?” I ask. “What?” He spins around and looks at me. “What are you talking about?” “I-I just thought t-that since…” I can’t finish my own sentence. I just sound too lame. “Hey just ‘cause my Nana endorses you doesn’t mean we’re good for each other.” “At least we’re on the same page.” I reply. “If you didn’t think you were gonna get laid, why did you bring me here?” “I wanted to show you something.” “Oh…” He walks over to a bookshelf and starts rooting around for something. As he looks for whatever it is he’s looking for I visually inspect his house. He must have a maid. No single guy would keep a house this clean. So much of this guy screams outlaw biker and so much screams…I don’t know something else. He just doesn’t completely fit the picture of a biker; especially an outlaw one.
