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House diner right near the station. Get off and walk towards the diner. Bring your things. You won’t be getting back on the bus.”
    Mav’s heart raced. It was him. It was him, without a doubt. She so badly wanted to turn around and stare into those cobalt-blue eyes. It was all so exciting, terrifying, exhilarating,  and frightening all at the same time. The minutes ticked by, and all she could think about was what it would be like to stare at him. The visions of what he looked like flickered in her mind’s eye. The hair, so dark, wavy, and thick. And his arms. When he would visit late at night, the only thing exposed under his hospital scrubs were his forearms. Yet they were so muscular, she just knew underneath the blue-green cloth was a chiseled set of pecks and abs that she so badly wanted to run her hands across.
    Mav hadn’t been with a man since, well since all the awful happened. For the most part she didn’t think about her old life much. But from time to time, she’d see a good looking guy and wonder. For whatever reason, Mav wasn’t turned on by good looking guys anymore. What did turn her on were tough looking bad boys. It’s what brought her into Chopper Town in the first place. It had all started as a way to go deeper into the danger. For Mav, where sex was concerned, with greater danger came greater reward. She had no idea it would all go so wrong so quickly. If it hadn’t been for the man now seated behind her, she’d certainly be dead.
    Her mind raced in fits and starts. It surprised her that after such a horrifying experience that she would still be attracted to such types. Yet here she sat, on a bus headed into uncertainty with a man that she didn’t even know. He was almost too good to be true. There was something about him; the way he carried himself, the way he spoke. Mav knew this was more than a tough guy. He’d walked into Chopper Town alone that night and had taken on seven of the roughest bikers around, and won. There was something more than tough about him. It was like he was made of steel.
    As the bus rocked gently back and forth down a rural highway road, Mav tried to not let her mind wander too far. But that old tingle between her legs was something not to be controlled. She thought about what it would be like to stand with him, then slowly remove one piece of his clothing after the next. First, she’d start with the shirt. With him standing still, she’d run her hands slowly across his thick, v-shaped torso, drinking it all in. Then she’d drift around behind him and tug his shirt free from the thin waistline. He’d raise his arms and she’d slowly lift the shirt clear of his head, revealing striated muscles across his v-shaped back and lats. The shirt would drop to the floor; that sight alone was enough to make Mav squeeze her thighs together. She’d walk her hands around his torso and smooth, rippling chest. When she was again face to face, she’d lean in and kiss his neck, working her way down across his chest. His skin was delicious and Mav felt her own desire increase. He would look down at his own pelvis, still covered in tight jeans, signaling Mav to move down his torso. Mav wanted what was in those jeans and put her hands upon the hardening shape forming there. She unbuckled the thick leather belt, undid the metal button, and unzipped the fly...
    “Damon, Texas,” came the driver’s voice over the speaker system. It startled Mav out of her fog. “Damon, Texas. Twenty minute stop. You are free to disembark.”
    Mav recovered from the delectable daydream and realized that her face was flushed and heat was wafting out of her blouse. As the bus stopped, she rose and headed toward the Waffle House, but just before she got there, a man on a motorcycle pulled into her path. He was wearing a full helmet with a dark black cover over it, completely obscuring his face, a white sleeveless undershirt, and oh so many muscles. His bare arms were beautifully shaped; cut and