I watch from the highest hill top. Dressed in a jet black Moto-X suit, with black helmet and black gloves.

The helmet is painted with the same demon face as the red one.

The motorcycle is a big red Honda CR 500.

I wonder if you will show. I wonder if it is the police that will come instead.

I am confident with the canyons and bluffs in this area I can even loose a helicopter if they try to catch me. Hell, there were likely 20 or 30 other desert riders in the area and you could only give them a scant description at best. DNA would get me but I am counting on you not reporting it.

Your arousal had both surprised and pleased me. Such passion and sensuality in so beautiful a woman too.

I had paid the tow truck driver for your new tire, the service and an extra hundred to get me your address from your auto registration.

If you show it will be money well spent.

I have never done anything close to what I did to you but there you were and even from the top of this hill I could tell you were so beautiful.

I had taken the green Kawasaki home and brought the Honda back. My motor home is parked and I have dinner almost fixed and wine chilling.

If you show I am going to try and make a real relationship with you.

If all you want is the ‘rough’ stuff then I am going to give you more than you can handle there too. It will depend on you.

15 minutes of 5. I scan the main highway with my binoculars.

The desert is hot but will cool quickly once the sun is down. There is some wind so I am not that hot under the helmet. As long as I keep the goggles off I will not sweat that bad.

I see a flash in the distance. Raising my glasses I see a vehicle coming.

I kick the bike to life. Ready to tear away if it is the cops.

I return to watching the vehicle. It is a car. It is coming slowly. Stopping at each little dirt turn off.

I think it must be you. Looking for the place where you tried to turn around and blew out your tire.

Storing the binoculars, I head for you.

The terrain is easy riding so I hit close to a hundred and am stopped in front of you in the middle of the highway almost before you realize it.

‘Holy Shit’! I realize you might run over me. Or shoot me. ‘Payback can be hell’! (could not resist a little humor here. You wouldn’t really run over me would you.)

You look up to the road and like a ghost there is a dirt bike in front of you, about 200 yards away.

The rider is dressed all in black and the bike is hot red.

Your stomach does a flip. You are scared already and the sudden appearance startles you even more.

‘What am I doing here’?