If a lover really wanted to drive me crazy and bring me to my knees, all they have to do is… dress like that. Snake leaned back in his chair staring at the calendar. Every man who owned an automotive shop had the prerogative of hanging one rather crass image of a woman and a vehicle. Snake's choice had always been the Playboy Bunnies on the classic motorcycles. It couldn't just be the pin-up. It had to be the bunnies. As fucked as he often thought it was the ears had to be there. They needed those fake bunny ears and the little bow ties.

Snake chuckled and turned back to his invoicing. His mind was still on the brunette stretched out across the silver bike that was Miss December. The calendar was becoming a bad distraction from his work. It couldn't be helped. Especially not when he ran a motorcycle shop. Plissken glanced out at the World War II era motorcycle he was restoring. He had ideas, dirty ideas about some of the women he knew. The bike in his shop was a classic beyond even the ones in the calendar. Some how that made the thought hotter.

Plissken grumbled to himself about the shame it was that his daughter was in working today. He could do with a social call. It didn't even have to be a social call of sorts. He could do with just dressing one of them up and having them lay out on it. Snake dropped his forehead into his hand shocked at his own thoughts. Though he couldn't deny a certain brunette he knew stretched out, in a Playboy outfit, on that World War II bike would be a devil of a thing.

Snake glanced out at the bike again and got up. He couldn't think straight or at least on work. The cabinet was the answer. Snake poured a whiskey on the rocks and lay down on the office couch. The whole time he was thinking of sending his daughter home early and calling that brunette. Really it was a once in a life time fantasy. When was he going to see another bike like the one out there? Never probably.

Snake shook his head again as he started to laugh. His eye was back up on the calendar. Damn those little black outfits and fuzzy white ears. Damn them to hell.