Date: Tue, 14 Feb 1995 06:12:01 -0700
Title: rising Harley

She was seated on he curb, he beside her.
"Toshio is my name, I work here as assistant Professor in IRPS
department."  She didn't feel much like talking or socializing
but he had saved her life and he was offering to pay, for what
he called damages.
"Call me Sis.  Thanks for helping me."  Her Big Wet Spot was
beginning to burn and irritate her crotch.
As they talked, Harley's fire extinguished. As they watched in
amazement, Harley's paint and tires and chrome regenerated.

She looked at Harley and then back to Toshio and to her dismay
he was looking - no, leering at her Big Wet Spot.

rap.to.ri.al \rap-'to-r-e--*l, -'to.r-\ aj 1: PREDACIOUS 2: adapted to
   seize prey 3: of, relating to, or being a bird of prey

Just as she was about to move away he reached for her, grabbed her
around one arm and attempted to pull her toward him, one hand pulling her,
the other gropping at her Big Wet Spot.  Automatic
response:  elbow - upward - from mouth to nose - drive it home,
and she was standing over him, poised for the kill.

He did not move, lying on the sidewalk, both hands clutching his
nose with blood seeping through his fingers.  "There's to your
fucking money and your help! Don't mess with my Big Wet Spot!" she
said quietly but with great intensity. "Worry about your own
Wet Spot, asshole!"

She walked over to Harley, gently touched the gas tank to see if
it was too hot.  Finding it body temperature she bent down and
kissed the tank.  "Nice having you back, baby!"



Happy Tuesday!
Happy Valentines Day.
Here's to love.
Here's to love.

D.