Ok Ok By popular damand of all my two readers that wrote in I am going to continue my story untill I finish it , that might take a few weeks but It will be all in one pice more or less 
"Good we have little time to waist the night is fading to dawn and Id rather not stay out that late" She said as seh slowly turned for the exit sign mounted in the cealing. Like Moses parting the red sea with a wave of her hand the crouded dance floor opened to us like a fresh cut path through the wood. This display was unerving untill I realised that every one on the floor was keeping at least one eye on her.
Its hard to tell what your seeing on x you are prety sure its real and yet you get distracted so easy that reailty likes to snap around like a day dream in a movie and you still realy dont know what just hapened.
Right now I was sure that I am walking slowly behind this beautifull creacher folowling her every step and I might add enjoying the view... We were aproching the bar now the music is a little softer here mostly so the bartenders can actualy take orders. The bar is strange like a cut out of some upscale 1920's bar that you could almost sware rotated behind the wall if there was trubble. there were four bartenders on duty right now there were six earler but things have died down sinse. there were only a few People sitting at the bar, a samll group of bikers who must have chrashed and clamed this as there turf for the rest of the night.
One of those bikers who just hapened to be the bigest and ugluist of them all, and probely the most drunk. seemed to take notice of the beauty in foront of me with a four toothed smile he pushed his bulk of what must have been four hunderd Pounds. This masive biker was about six foot five with a large gut that hung over his belt he had a grying beard that covered most of his face and if it wasent for his sower disposition he could have been a great santa claws. I am glad he wasent wharing any red or I'd of bust out laffing uncontrolably. He was whereing the standard harly tshirt and blue jeans he was even whereing his biker jacket In this hot place nowonder he was cranky.
I smiled at him, that was a bad idea. He must have caught me out of the couner of his lasy eye that kinda hung funny like he lamost lost it in a fight. Ok my first rule of x never vonlentear for a fight with any one cause every thing hurts more, alot more.
" what the hell you looking at you little punk!?" he blared at me as if I couldent posably here him. Now I am not the biggest guy in the place, not even by a long shot, but I am also not the smalest at six foot even I could almost look him strait in the nose without looking up. But I wasent dressed to intimadate tonight, I was whearing a pair of lether pants that were a little to snug and dident leave much up to the imaginationI also had on a dark blue tank top that said on the front in dark red letters " If I havent goten laid yet it just isent a party yet" hehe I like that shirt over that I had a lose hand made silk buttun up shirt that was iridesant in greays and blacks matching my blue grey eyes to a t. My hair is just long enough to get in my eyes but not quite to my sholders.
My smile grew a little wider as he stomped over to me. Now he might out way me by one hundred and eighty pounds but I am no sloutch, when I was young my dad thought I needed to learn to handel my self so he made me go to kung fu classes with one of his church buddies. I liked it so as I got older I kept it up for five years. just last mounth I bested my teacher in informal compitition and he told me he had no more he could teach me.
Just as I was about to give him a good tough guy line. I noticed that the Erin grabed his jacket and puled him to meat her jade eyes. she wispered some thing to him and he turned tail and headed for the bar where he just quietly sat there panting like a dag when its hot.
I sliped along side her and asked "What on earth did you say to him?" She smiled and replied " If your good I might just teach you that trick."
I let it go at hottie powers and opened the door as a gentil man. another good thing to do always be a gentil man It is just good for PR. | 
