TITLE: DEATH WATCH
If the look of fury etched on her face wasn’t enough to tell him she was angry, the heavy stomp of her boots hitting the asphalt as she clomped away should do it. “Damn him,” Diana muttered under her breath as she stormed across the parking lot to the empty picnic bench.
She hadn’t wanted to take the damn motorcycle drive with Dave, and had only gone with him after he had yelled at her that all she ever did was write. Which was true, but then again she was a writer. Dave told her she needed to get out of the house and be with him more. To appease him and squelch an impending fight she donned her black brain bucket, with the pretty peace symbol sticker on the back then slid her ass onto the back of his Harley and off they went. Dave hadn’t told her that his friends would be joining them, especially Sully. That one friend annoyed the shit out of her and Dave knew it; probably why he didn’t say anything.
Sully was loud, obnoxious and thought he was every girls dream. More like nightmare, she thought. He was your stereotypical biker. The one all moms’ warned their little girls about. Greasy, long hair, leather clad, tattooed, dirty piece of shit that rode a low rider Harley Davidson. The one who would screw, tattoo and leave you by a roadside crying. Yep, that was Sully, “love em leave em”, Smithson and Dave’s best friend.