Samantha
My dad and mom were in awe of the clubhouse. They had just pulled up to the gate of the compound half an hour ago. We went down to meet them and then rode back with them to Dashawn’s parents' house to drop off their things before making our way to the clubhouse.
Tawny and Hunter were getting along famously with my parents. My dad was regaling them with stories of his youth when he and a couple of buddies were weekend riders. I could see the amusement in the faces and eyes of the older bikers, but they made my dad feel like one of them. My mom fit right in with all the Old Ladies. Tawny and her acted like they were old friends.
I was happy to see none of the club girls were anywhere to be seen. I would have hated having to explain them to my parents. The atmosphere w
