(Arata)
I could have told him to drop me off near a cab and hitched a ride home, but I decided to trust him. If he wanted to do something to me, he would have by now.
The man only wished to devour me with his mouth and big fat rod between his legs.
I informed him of my street and building number and he took me right outside. The bike halted, disturbing the silence of the night, and I stepped down from it.
Unbuckling the helmet, I took it off and, taking out the gloves from my pocket; I placed them inside.
His legs stretched as he placed them on the dark grey road and turned to face me, his hands holding the handlebars.
With a saddened smile, I extended the helmet towards him and murmured.
"Thank you for another unforgettable night."
Letting go of the handlebar, he reached with his gloved hand and cupped the right side of my face.
"Don't be sad. Whenever you wish to meet again, I will come pick you up and take you along."
