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That is how we came to be standing in the showroom of a bicycle shop in Berlin. I would have preferred one of Marty's bikes, but they weren't available outside the USA. Since we only wanted them for three months, we bought a couple of Vespa clones. We paid cash for two of the under powered toys, but we got a healthy discount.
Europe was so old that the towns were very close together. It was always possible for Irish to find a bed for us. I had a great time on the scooter and rolling around in Martin's bed. It took the whole three months for me to get tired of it. Mostly I'm sure that it was just knowing that I couldn't go home until the time ran it's course. Once the hour glass was empty, I was ready to get back to my life.
"So, have we been everywhere?" I asked.
"Are you kidding, we could travel a lifetime and not see everything," Martin said.
"Red, it's time for me to get back home," I admitted. "Come with me?"
"And do what?" he asked far too logically.
"We can do all kinds of fun things. Lay in bed and have sex for days at a time." I suggested.
"That would work about twice and you know it. You and I are both adrenaline junkies. That's the hard truth," he said.
"Then we can take up base jumping or something equally stupid. I just need you in my life." I admitted.
"Maxine, people pass through our lives like the revolving door of Macy's in New York. I doubt that either of us could stand settling down for more than a week." Martin said. I knew that he was right, I just didn't want to admit it.
'Europe was fun, with you at least, but I need to get back to work," I said.
"As do I," Martin admitted. "By the way the admiral sent you a peace offering." With that he handed me another ceramic cane.
"One cane gun is all I need," I replied.
"The problem with the cane shotgun is that you can't carry the shells onto he plane, so if you need it immediately, it is club but not good for anything else."
"And how is this one any different?" I asked.
He pulled hard on the handle and a long ceramic knife blade came into view. "This one is going to be harder to spot."
"God, you know how I hate knives," I replied.
"It's better than nothing," Martin suggested.
"Yes it is. Tell the Admiral thanks, but I'm still pissed." I said.
"I think he knows that. He said to tell you that it was nothing personal," Martin said.
"Oh, would that make us any less dead?" I asked.
"No, but I can see the need to have done it, but he really should have given us more credit." Martin suggested.
"Martin it's like we tell the bad guys, you are going to talk eventually, they all do. The admiral had to know that you would eventually. So I guess they did the right thing." I do not like to admit it, but I would have done the same thing."
"So would I," Martin admitted.
"I guess I'll start looking for a ride home," I said.
"I guess I'll report back to work," Martin said. "I really do appreciate all you have done for me."
"I figure this makes us even for the Atwater Brother," I replied.
"Maybe it does, but it don't seem that way," he admitted.
"Well that is the way it is. So let's just move on. Try to get back to Aster to see me again one day." I said.
"You know I will. Like the song says, no one does it better," he said.
"Well let's see if we can sell these scooter tomorrow and find a way home for me," I suggested.
"I'm sorry Max about leaving you. Surely you of all people know how I feel?" he asked,
"I have some idea, but I would never personally buy into it. I think you are an idiot, Being loyal to someone, who tried to kill you just strikes me as lunacy," I said.
Even though I thought Martin was quite mad, I accepted it. It also didn't stop me from saying goodbye with an exhausting night of sex. It began with some serious goodbye kissing. Which quickly led to hands all over the place. His hand on my breasts and mine clutching his hard penis.
The massages were erotic and of course led to even more erotic moves. In my case it was a purely voluntary act for me to drop to my knees. While I was down there I used my hands to guide his cock to my warm, wet mouth.
There was something maddening about the feel of his smooth cock in my mouth. I could even feel it throbbing as he moved it gently in and out. The feeling built in me even faster than it did Martin. I felt him pushing hard against my throat trying o force it inside. I tried to open my throat to him but his cock was too large to easily move inside my tight throat, If I had not been experienced his semen flooding my mouth might easily have choked me. Most times it did, but that last night together nothing was able to spoil my enjoyment of the moment.
Early the next morning we went to breakfast at a very large restaurant in Budapest the capitol of Hungry. The breakfast was filling even if it was filled with starches. I wanted to ride the bikes back through France but Martin was in a hurry to get back to work. I still had no idea why he wanted to work for that crowd, but he was a grown man so let him make his own bed, I thought.
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