Ramrod: The Lunatic is on the Grass...
Rod pulled the bike onto the ramp at the airstrp, riding the 1953 Panhead Harley up into the back of the plane. H estepped off, lettign the cargo handler secure it, while he climbed forward into the passenger area...
He sat down, and relaxed.
Fuck...
what went through his mind...
me.
The party at Baroness Tyler's home was interesting, he thought. It did seem that his three guests enjoyed themselves. He got to see a few he hadn't in a while, Viscountess Wolfe was there, and indeed, the two of them shared a steamy moment in the Garden.
Of course, when he went inside and saw Cerria there...
Even worse, she was with Misawa Graves. How the fuck could she not know that would make me jealous?
He avoided her all night. Well, mostly. He caught her silly cue to follow her out. Whats worse was he took it.
But, apparently she didn't care to speak to him, after all.
She dicked around until a group of others came out to see the gardens (no doubt they figured eh'd be there as well).
Well.
Fuck this.
Fuck her.
His words with Viscountess Wolfe, her incoherent ramblings, her feeding from him and asking him to do the same...
Why? Why can't I find one who isn't fucking insane?
The plane was taking off, he laid back, and settled in for the jump back to Knoxville.
Hana...my girl...she's right.
He looked out the window.
She and me. We were meant for each other...
Till death do us part...
He sat down, and relaxed.
Fuck...
what went through his mind...
me.
The party at Baroness Tyler's home was interesting, he thought. It did seem that his three guests enjoyed themselves. He got to see a few he hadn't in a while, Viscountess Wolfe was there, and indeed, the two of them shared a steamy moment in the Garden.
Of course, when he went inside and saw Cerria there...
Even worse, she was with Misawa Graves. How the fuck could she not know that would make me jealous?
He avoided her all night. Well, mostly. He caught her silly cue to follow her out. Whats worse was he took it.
But, apparently she didn't care to speak to him, after all.
She dicked around until a group of others came out to see the gardens (no doubt they figured eh'd be there as well).
Well.
Fuck this.
Fuck her.
His words with Viscountess Wolfe, her incoherent ramblings, her feeding from him and asking him to do the same...
Why? Why can't I find one who isn't fucking insane?
The plane was taking off, he laid back, and settled in for the jump back to Knoxville.
Hana...my girl...she's right.
He looked out the window.
She and me. We were meant for each other...
Till death do us part...