{"id":127,"date":"2009-05-22T22:29:59","date_gmt":"2009-05-23T05:29:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3-2-1-boom.com\/doctor-e\/?p=127"},"modified":"2009-05-22T22:29:59","modified_gmt":"2009-05-23T05:29:59","slug":"24-kind-of-hot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3-2-1-boom.com\/doctor-e\/2009\/05\/24-kind-of-hot\/","title":{"rendered":"(24) Kind of Hot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"file:\/\/\/F:\/MUSIC\/One%20Hit%20Numbers\/Weakling%20And%20King%20-%20Lightning%20Quick.mp3\"><\/a>I had to imagine the look on the guys&#8217; face as we made off on his bike. \u00a0I likened it unto being a pirate. \u00a0In fact, I began singing, &#8220;A Pirate&#8217;s Life For Meeeeee,&#8221; into the wind as I held onto Doloise&#8217;s waist. \u00a0I was actually slightly surprised to find that she knew how to ride a bike. \u00a0I almost argued my position, but then realized, she didn&#8217;t HAVE to do this for me. \u00a0One of those things about getting what you ask for and finding out it was exactly what you didn&#8217;t want.\u00a0 She could have transported me a number of different ways, all much more uncomfortable.\u00a0 If I didn&#8217;t mind being bumped, bruised, soaked, and humiliated, I could have&#8230;you know&#8230; complained.<\/p>\n<p>We moved into the wind, and in some ways, into the light. \u00a0While I&#8217;m not one of those &#8220;ride into the sunset&#8221; types, I could appreciate the poetic image. \u00a0This was more one of those &#8220;points of light&#8221; kinds of trips. \u00a0I made my peace with motion sickness realizing that, &#8220;miles per hour&#8221; was not a faerie concept.<\/p>\n<p>I gulped. \u00a0Neither, exactly, was inertia.<\/p>\n<p>I made a guess that this was what the sunglasses were for, but instead I kept myself amused with Blues Brothers quotes once the pirate theme grew stale. \u00a0As we sailed on the Dauntless&#8230;ahem. \u00a0There wasn&#8217;t much opportunity for shouting a conversation against the wind.<\/p>\n<p>My hands were wrapped exactly in the position around her waist that she had determined prior to allowing me to, ahem, mount up behind her. \u00a0I am sure there was a better way to put that, but my seven seconds was up. \u00a0I moved around occasionally to try to see in front of us. \u00a0The screech of the air around us sometimes sounded more like gibbering than banshee, I told myself. \u00a0Usually just as we slowed into a turn&#8230;and before that &#8220;sped up out of it&#8221; part.<\/p>\n<p>Next time, I was going to be on top. \u00a0I meant, a man. \u00a0I meant I was going to drive, and nevermind that I didn&#8217;t know where we were going, I would just ask the Questor if we turned left at Albuquerque or not. \u00a0He&#8217;d get the joke, I bet. \u00a0He&#8217;d probably even know about how the towels were so warm and fluffy.<\/p>\n<p>Civilization embraced us and then rejected us. \u00a0I knew intellectually that at some point the machine failed and magic picked up because we didn&#8217;t stop and refuel. \u00a0We passed cars like they were fleeting ghosts, barely visible or even tangible at this speed. \u00a0After some time I made the effort to calm down enough to reach out with my senses to confirm that yes, what was under my hands was certainly feminine, and, by the way, she was in some level gating us. \u00a0I wondered how much longer she could put out this kind of magical effort; there had to be some kind of limit to her facilities. \u00a0Or was she&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That was it. \u00a0That&#8217;s why she had to check with her family. They were invested in this. \u00a0She wasn&#8217;t just acting as an individual, she was an ambassador. \u00a0And no, I wasn&#8217;t going to get to see her eyes. \u00a0&#8220;She&#8221; as an individual might not even exist. \u00a0If I said my flesh crawled, it was just that I&#8217;d never been this close to&#8230; a realm personified. \u00a0It wasn&#8217;t personal, but the idea that I&#8217;d been looking at the legs of a small community made me feel kind of weird. \u00a0Sex with such a being&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>OK, that was ridiculously hot in a really, really weird way.<\/p>\n<p>I really needed to check my wiring. \u00a0Invite a nice, normal girl to look under my hood. \u00a0Look, I had a lot of things I was trying to avoid thinking of, so of course my mind fixated on what I couldn&#8217;t have but wasn&#8217;t necessarily going to kill me, right? \u00a0 Good thing she didn&#8217;t let me sit too close. \u00a0I could still smell her, and it made sense, now. \u00a0She smelled like a meadow, a combination of different flowers and flora of a field.<\/p>\n<p>I was impressed. 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