Sam goes through my pockets and finds the keys to my Harley. I should have left them in the ignition, in case I had to haul ass, but I took them out from habit.
“A motorcycle?” Sam sees the logo stamped on the key.
“Out back,” I shrug. I want to be on that bike in the worst way, but I’m being cool. The Sisters of Satan show no fear.
“How interesting!” says Sam. “Now the shirt.”
I hesitate. My tee shirt is size extra large, and hangs to my knees like a dress. I’m not afraid to let them see my t**s, but there is something else I would rather not reveal.
“Did you hear me?” there is a warning in Sam’s voice.
I shuck the shirt.
“There is something in her pants,” Tabitha cautions.
Sam doesn’t get to it right away. She is checking out my boobs. They aren’t big, but they are real perky. Sh
