Making Wise Decisions
By David O. Sullivan
Strider leaned into his sport motorcycle as he raced along Lawrence Expressway with an expanse of blue sky above, dotted with white cloud puffs. The engine’s vibrations coursed through his body. His girlfriend clamped her arms tight around his waist from behind. Her hand fell onto his groin, squeezing his growing c**k. He wondered if they’d have time for a bedroom romp after the ride. He also questioned why he was still with a woman when he certainly preferred men. The dash clock reported five P.M., time for the wedding. As long as he attended the reception, all would be well at work on Monday. He hated weddings and crowds.
The expressway had few cars on the sunny, Sunday afternoon. He twisted the throttle, passing eighty and then ninety miles
