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“How do you feel about motorcycles? Do you want to be my biker babe, and ride with the wind in your bedroom hair?” “Do you have a scoot?” She asked, “I assumed those days were behind you?” “Scoot? It sounds like you’ve ridden before?” “Not in years, I still have my license, though, and I’d love to be your biker babe.” THE TIME PASSED QUICKLY, and it was soon, Summer, our Summer of Love. There was no denying I loved Mary, mature or her me. I built her a curved redwood bench that went around the circumference of the elm tree for Missy’s grave, with a bronze plaque commemorating her friend and companion. We spent our nights together, taking turns, her house and then mine. Mary rode on the back of my Harley, day trips when the weather permitted, and loved walking my property, and our private picnics at the pond. We took my Harley and spent a Sunday morning in August at a mega-outdoor flea-market. It was going to be a scorcher that day, and we planned to go swimming in the pond, followed by a picnic, a nap, or perhaps something other than a nap, ending with a nap. I had a surprise for Mary, that day for she delights in the little things I do for her. I trimmed the two largest weeping willow trees next to the pond to create a bower, and I installed a large rope hammock between the trees knowing how much she likes to cuddle, and me too. It would be our private retreat to catch a cool breeze and escape the summer heat. Mary and I were in the kitchen preparing for our late afternoon picnic when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” she offered, “I still need to get the small ice chest out of my Jeep,” and shortly after Mary called out, “Michael, you have a visitor.” I went to the front room, to discover my ex-wife, Sally was standing there staring at Mary with an incredulous look old young on her face. That look was followed by another that could curdle and sour a tanker truck full of fresh cold milk when I put my arm around Mary’s slim waist and introduced her to Sally as my Lady. Admittedly, compared to Sally, Mary looked stunning, with her hair swept up in a loose bun. She was wearing an airy pale-yellow lace trimmed Pima cotton sundress to compliment her trim and lithe figure. She was also barefoot at the time and was sensibly makeup-free because of the heat. I did know from a young reliable source; the boyfriend dumped Sally when the money ran out, and she lost her nursing license for a year by falsifying a medical log. Lance hooked up with an Big Tits eighteen-year-old nursing student. I won’t describe what my ex-wife was wearing, except to say it wasn't becoming on her. Sally had gained weight and looked bloated, despite her artificial indoor tan. Her recent lip augmentation injections were a disaster. Sally’s lips were ridiculously large and clown-like. She had cut her shoulder length light brown hair in a short, spiky pixie with a side part on the right and an under shave on the left. It was also bleached platinum blonde with neon green and pink streaks. As for her makeup, let’s say Sally’s makeup was as glaring, without consideration to her age. Mary politely excused herself and made a graceful exit to get the ice chest, leaving us in the front room. I invited Sally to sit down, and shortly after, Mary brought out a tray with a pitcher of ice water, lime wedges, and two glasses before returning to the kitchen. I didn’t comment on Sally’s appearance. I was calm and dispassionate, as I sipped my ice water. Sally did all of the talking. You'll just have to wait," Mike explained as he left the bedroom. 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