The Biker and Me
I remember it like it was yesterday, the day I met my husband. Let me start from the beginning to make things easier to understand. I was nineteen years old, young and naive and shielded from the world. Mum, bless her, was prim and proper, always dressed extremely modest. I don’t think I ever saw her in a bikini. She was a great mother, but she always seemed to be one of those stiff types of people. Dad is a doctor, also a very uptight person. He was always dressed immaculately in a...
First Time