Hot Lips Takes 2
I saw it as soon as I turned onto our street. You could hardly miss it, sitting crouched at the curb like some kind of predatory beast, all shining black paint and polished chrome and seeming to throb with barely repressed power and virility even though the massive engine was off. The big Harley-Davidson was silent, but somehow still alive and threatening. It was in front of Sherman and Mildred’s house, directly across the street from ours, and I wondered for a moment who they could possibly...
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