Somehow, someway, Aimee ended up outside again after Tig had persuaded her to stop talking and asking questions. She was on edge from being in the different surroundings. While hanging out with the old-timers learning about her bike, she learned a lot more about other parts of the biker world as well, namely, the different clubs. The old guys always had members coming and going with their rides, but she always kept her distance after hearing about all the crazy shit that had and can happen.

But something about it really intrigued her. She'd never admit it, but secretly she always wondered what went on 'behind closed doors', so to speak. Of course, she didn't exactly picture finding out like this...

Tig had told her to stay quiet and stay out of the way, but to have a good time. How she was supposed to do that was beyond her, but she did as she was told. Even though it absolutely killed her to be taking orders from him. But still, she knew enough to stay out of trouble.

There was a boxing ring on the far side and every few minutes two guys would get in and beat the shit out of each other, only to hug it out in the end. She didn't understand the point of it all, but she watched. This last fight was particularly brutal. Aimee winced as she watched one of the guys take a nasty punch.

"Now what's a girl like you doing watching that brutality?" asked a voice beside her.

Aimee turned her head to see a really, REALLY big guy standing over her. He was bald with a bandana, dark glasses and tattoos everywhere. He had a greasy smile, too.

"Just watching the fight..." she answered, not really sure what to say to him.

He moved to sit down next to her, causing her to move even closer to the wall. This dude was huge!

"Well, you don't seem like the type who likes fights..." he said, nearly whispering it in her ear.

Aimee pulled back a little, making some space between them. "Well...no" she started, "but...oh well..."

The guy lifted his arm, putting it around her shoulder and pulling her close. Right away, Aimee began pulling away, and pushing at his chest for him to let her go. "I have to go" she said, trying to be somewhat polite.

"No rush, darlin', relax" said the biker. He was moving closer and about to try and kiss her when he suddenly moved back.

"Hey!" said Tig, grabbing his arm. "She's off limits".

The guy looked up at Tig, then stood to his full height, several inches over Tig's head. "Oh really?" he asked, smugly.

"Yeah...really" answered Tig. "Now beat it". The guy stared down at Tig for a moment, then retreated, shooting a nasty glance over his shoulder at her. Aimee watched it all with a racing heart. She really needed to get out of here - this was way too much for her to handle.

"Sorry 'bout that doll" Tig said, holding out his hand. Aimee took it and stood up. "You ok?"

"Yeah...I'm fine" she answered. "Look, I'm going to go check into a hotel or something. I really shouldn't be here..."

Tig shook his head. "No need, we got lots of room here". He saw her skeptical look, and looked over his shoulder at the big dude. "He's an asshole. And he won't bother you anymore. We've got lots of room in the clubhouse. Come on, I'll show you".

He started to walk to the door, but Aimee stayed still. She felt very uncomfortable and recalled every crazy, wild and scary story she ever heard. Tig noticed she wasn't with him, and called out to her. "I promise" he said. "You'll be fine".

Aimee looked around at the crowd. Everyone was split into little groups, each doing their own thing. She glanced at her watch. It was getting close to midnight, so things were probably going to wind down soon. It was probably impossible to get a hotel room here in the middle of nowehere Charming. Probably wouldn't hurt to go and at least see where she would be staying.

She followed him inside, past even more people, and down a hallway to a locked door at the very end. Tig pulled a bunch of keys out of his pocket and opened the door, leading her inside.

"It's not much, but it'll do. Bed, bathroom..." he said. Aimee looked around. Not much was right! The bed wasn't a single, but it was small. There were posters of bikes and naked women covering the walls, and she dared not even think about what condition the bathroom was in...

"If you need anything, come find me" Tig said from the doorway.

"Wait!" Aimee yelled. Tig stopped. He looked at her, waiting for her to say whatever it was she stopped him for, but she just stared blankly at him, not knowing exactly what to say.

He smiled and chuckled. "The door locks, and I've got the key. You'll be fine. I promise".

Aimee nodded and thanked him, then he was gone. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to process the days' events. Stuff like this didn't happen to her. Ever! But yet, here she was. Maybe if that Clay guy would let her into the garage tomorrow morning, she could find some kind of temporary fix for her bike and at least try to make it home.

She got up and turned off the light and walked back over to the bed. She hadn't slept in her clothes in a really long time. She pulled back the sheets and breathed a sigh of relief to find they were clean. She kicked off her boots and crawled in. Outside, she could hear the dull thud of the music and the talking and laughter of the people. She glanced at her watch again...12:40. Surely, they'd be ending soon...

It was light when Aimee woke up. She must have been exhausted from everything that happened because she hadn't moved from the same position. The scotch might have played a part in it, too. She blinked her eyes open and looked at her watch...6:23am. Everything was silent, so she closed her eyes again and snuggled back into sleep. She reached out to pull the covers closer, and found they wouldn't move. She got a better grip and pulled again, but they stayed the same. She was a bit chilly and wanted more blanket, so she turned a bit to pull them with both hands...and came face to face with Tig.

Tig was in the bed with her. He was lying on top of the covers, keeping her from pulling them closer. He was on his side, facing her, sleeping soundly. Aimee gasped. This was crazy! She'd only met this guy last night and here he was sleeping in the bed with her! She thought she'd be alone when he offered her the room.

By now she was sitting upright in the bed, bewildered and wondering what to do. She did a quick look and saw that she still had her clothes on, all buttoned up, so at least nothing had happened. Deep inside, she already knew that nothing had, because Tig had been nice to her, unlike that big scary guy. She decided to get up, not knowing exactly where she was going, and swung her legs over the bed.

"Where ya goin'?" asked Tig. Aimee froze. She didn't move, didn't say a word. She felt the bed move behind her.

"You alright?" he asked, propping himself up. She looked back over her shoulder.

"Yeah...I'm...I'm fine...just going to the bathroom" she answered.

"Oh" replied Tig, flopping back down and closing his eyes. Aimee got up and went into the bathroom, shutting the door. Once inside, she paced back and forth. This was so wrong! This was so outside of her box it wasn't even funny! But, nothing had happened, so it shouldn't be such a big deal. Some would say it was even quite exciting! God, she was so confused. After a while, she did her business then came back out, very slowly. She stopped just short of the bed, wondering if she should get back in. It was only 6:30 in the morning, and she was still sleepy...

"What?" Tig asked, looking at her again.

Aimee looked at him, then down at her feet, feeling herself blush. "I didn't know you would be sleeping in here too..." she said, her voice quiet.

"Where the hell else am I supposed to sleep?" he asked. "It's my room."

"Oh" Aimee answered.

Tig looked at her. "You're not getting up, are you? It's fucking dawn! That shit ain't normal!"

"No..." she answered, and slowly made her way over to the bed. She sat down first, then led down, facing away from him and moving right to the edge. Behind her, Tig laughed low.

"Whadda ya afraid of, doll?" he asked.

Aimee swallowed. "Nothing" she whispered. She hoped he wouldn't notice...

The bed moved again, and suddenly Tig was right behind her, pressing up against her back and throwing his arm around her waist. Aimee gasped and held her breath.

"I'll keep you warm, doll" he said. "There, that better?"

Aimee could only manage an "uh-huh" and stayed as still as she could. Soon Tig's breathing evened out and she knew he had fallen back to sleep. It was a while before she did, though. This was definitely the craziest night of her life, but as she drifted off again, she relaxed her body and relaxed back into Tig, realizing that it wasn't so bad afterall...