The turn on that killed him..
by I wish I could tell you on July 17, 2006
The turn-on that killed him... [chapter one]
[12 June 2000 recalling the past]
‘I’m Jo your average Green Day fan, 23 years old with hair flowing halfway down my back, a natural size 10 [or size 2 in USA], what am I?? some sad girl in vain...’ Here I am on my motorbike cruising down the country lanes at 80 mph when I saw a motor cross course, so I swerved round when nothing was coming and went back to check it out.
There were loads of bikers most of them quite good looking, but there was one, I was sure it was him, he was blonde about 5’10” and looked 26ish.
I went in and parked up, ‘OH MY GOD… IT IS MIKE DIRNT’ was I dreaming… ‘How am I going to approach him now? Dammit’ At a distance I took off my helmet and shook my hair in a sexy way and glimpsed at him through the corner of my eye, he’d seen me and was coming closer…
[Mikes point of view]
‘Wow she is hot ‘ “Ummm… Hi, I noticed you as you came in, nice bike [glancing over shoulder] what’s that oh a Motor Guzzi Nice.”
“Oh thank you I inherited it from my mom” ‘oo her voice is nice too’
[Back to Jos point of view]
‘This is so awesome I hope I don’t break out in a sold sweat’
“Oh cool” he replied “coffee?”
“Yes please"
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