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What can I say, after spending that afternoon with Kim on my bike and then in bed as she rode me to completion, I wanted nothing but more, more, and more of her! Not to mention the ever present excitement that flourishes with a relationship when in its early stages. But as luck would have it we spent the next few days doing everything but logging time between the sheets. We talked on the phone when we could, chatted online almost every night and emailed each other daily. She said she loved my long letters because most men she'd gotten to know barely wrote more than two lines, when they wrote at all. With me, well let's just say I had a tendency to ramble on a bit and Kim didn't seem to mind at all. I in turn loved all of her questions and the answers to my own she gave. I learned her daughter's name was sort of unusual: Scottlyn. Her ex-husband sounded like a jealous control freak and was set on having a son which would be named after him (Scott). Thus when they produced a girl, he settled for a combination of his name & a feminine twist. Kim told me he called her ‘Scotti' all the time and since she didn't want to confuse the child she went along with it, although she'd rather just call her Lyn. She was very open and forthright with her information and we soon felt comfortable with each other. In no time at all, almost two weeks had passed and another weekend approached.

On this particular upcoming Saturday, I had plans to meet a few of the people I rode with on a regular basis, and spend the day touring the surrounding counties. We often rode together so we knew how to act, and ...

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