Smut! Beware, cause my computer keeps dyeing and I can't watch my favorite shows (American Chopper or Sons of Anarchy) so to retaliate I decided to make these poor people do some fun things. Ok, enjoy!
(I do not own American Chopper or Sons of Anarchy and I by all means do not condone adultery!)
It was going to be hell this week. Paul Sr. was flying out to Frankfurt, Germany to do some sweet talking with some real estate lawyers; it was now or never, trying to get the business international. Hey, someone had to put forth the effort. With Paul Jr. becoming less and less reliable there was no way the father felt right reaching out. Oh, and God knows where Mikey was.
Yes, it was lonely these days. A tiger on the beaten jungle path, Paul Teutul had a business, but no one to share it with. Sure, there was Beth. Sweet and spicy Beth, the twinkle in his eye and the courier of his fortune. There was something missing for sure. Ideas racing through his mind, and out quickly, Paul needed to focus on business. Personal issues would just have to wait.
Sitting alone one very late night, two days before departure across the pond, Paul sat in his office thinking. Paperwork was getting no attention, and his mind was racing with how to pull off this trip by himself. It wouldn't work, there had to be someone.
Rick can't go, he's got two bikes this month.
None of the interns are smart enough.
Office guys aren't trustworthy and who the hell wants to sit next to Pooly for 10 hours? Not me!
Suddenly a thought entered his mind. Opie. Opie? Haven't talked to Op in about a year.
Opie (or Harry 'Opie' Winston) was an old employee that Paul just didn't like to see leave. But one day out of the blue it was Opie leaving for some pals he had back in Charming, C-A. Paul decided on the spot it was his way or the highway so he looked up the boys phone number and dialed him up.
The next day he was driving to the airport to pick the kid up. Just like always, Paul. He thought to himself. You're getting what you want.
