"I was gathering flowers for the apartment," she said, sittig...and sticking her tongue out at him when he wasn't looking at her. She was careful not to bleed all over his stuff. "So...nice jacket, do you ride?" she asked, blinking up at him. She had learned to ride a motorcycle long before she did a car and still prefered it as her method of travel.
She loved to have a high powered machine vibrating between her legs.