Telling Him the Truth

Marc

It had been the longest week of his life. There was no way he could survive another week without Lisa. His head ached, heart hurt, body felt like it was hovering over the flu at all times. He paid too damn much to miss the biker's weekend, but after he got back, he was going to figure things out.

Calling Lisa seemed like a good idea, but so much could be lost in translation. He needed to go in person. It was only a four-hour drive. He would go Monday morning and talk to her. If things worked out and they decided to be together, he was going to bend her over her desk and make her scream his name for causing him so much pain.

He shuddered at the thought, his blood pumping quickly through his veins as his body hardened in all the wrong places for riding the motorcycle he had picked up for the weekend. The weather was perfect - hot and sunny. He rode through the familiar streets of his raising, his mom's house in the worn-down part of New York. He needed to finish school and get a go