Marshall had met Celine 8 months ago. He fell for her like a ton of bricks and almost as soon put everything he owned in hock to the red line. I mean if he sneezed he could lose everything in a great domino effect. Celine was a long legged brunette with an ass that said come touch me, breasts that would turn the head of the pope, and the face of an angel. She was a dancer, but she spent more than she made. She not only bought things she did not need, she used cocaine to the click of an 8-ball every other day.

But Marshall could not get over the sex.

She was strung like a fine violin. Her body was firm and tight in the right places. Marshall had never had a woman who was so tight there; Gods, she was something!

Today was to be just like every other day. He was working very hard on a customer's bike. His boss walked in looking at what a magnificent job he had done so far.

"Hey, Marshall!" Jim the boss shouted to him over the noise of the power tools, "You are doing such a great job, you deserve a break. Take the rest of the day off with pay.... You earned it."

Marshall looked at his watch, thinking, "It's 10:30 and I'm dust. Celine will be so suprised."

Running outside to his own bike, he fires it up and throttles hard out of the lot. On his way home, he is thinking about how he is going to get his midmorning delight for the first time in a long while. Celine never wears clothes during the day at home. Gods, what a woman! He smiles as he thinks about how she never refuses him, always meeting him at the door and doing her wiggle right there. Sometimes, maybe even just throwing him down on the floor, barely letting him get the door closed. Usually she slams it with her foot.

Today he would sneak in and do her like he always wanted to.

Marshall races down the street towards his house then cuts the engine and coasts into the drive. He silently opens the door and begins sneaking through the house wondering where this muse of his is hiding. As he approaches the bedroom, he hears her moaning as if she is close to orgasm. Marshall thinks he is going to get to join her as she pleasures herself. He strips of his shirt and quickly opens the door. Even with the racket he just made, he was undetected. Celine was deeply into getting laid by Roger, the drug dealer she got her coke from. She was doing those things he had always wanted her to do for him, her legs draped across Roger's shoulders.

Marshall was devastated; he grabs his helmet and throws an antique lamp across the bedroom. The lamp explodes as it hits the wall on the other side.

Celine is startled by the sound and basically throws Roger off her body as she scrambles for covers.

Marshall storms out the door, realizing he just lost everything he has worked for for all these years. He runs to the bike, starts it and after putting on the helmet, he races out of the drive. The panhead Harley screams to life as he twists the wick; the front wheel leaves the ground and does not touch again until he is well down the block and in third gear.

Out of town he heads, breaking the speed limit by at least 60 miles an hour all the way. There is a destination in his mind's eye, a wonderful overlook that he had first taken Celine to; where they had made love the first time. It has a cliff that is over 200 feet high and just a 1 inch by 6 inch board fence keeping someone from falling off the edge. Actually that's a lot more than most overlooks have. Turning on the road that takes him to this beautiful place, Marshall sees his life with Celine pass before his eyes. Tears roll freely as he knows it has all been a lie.

The fence approaches quickly and Marshall closes his eyes and twists the throttle to the limit.

The bike and rider burst through the fence, sending sharp shards of dried wood in every direction.

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