Joel
I drove to the address Dr. Brinkman gave me and came upon a clubhouse like I'd never seen before. There was still a fence around the structure, this one iron. It had a guard shack out front and a biker came out. This one was really young with a leather cut that had Prospect on it. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen.
His eyes were wide as he took in my ride. I rolled the window down and he crouched.
“Man, this ride is sweet.”
“Thanks. I’m here to see,” I looked at the paper in my hand, “Nye?”
He smiled, “Yeah, you know like Bill Nye The Science Guy, except she’s a girl, a really hot older girl, and really a woman, you know, like WOMAN,” he said, making an hour-glass figure and then holding his hands out in front of his chest to mimic big breasts.
I chuck
