"Doing anything tomorrow?" She asked.

Freddie shook his head.

"I'll be here then, and don't you dare make any plans for Halloween, got it?"

Freddie smiled and nodded… "Got it" he said.

Back In Seattle

7. Here we go again?

There was a big project Freddie wanted to finish; he didn't have much left to go. He stayed up late and got up early and at eleven in the morning transmitted the package to his client. By noon the client had accepted and paid him. He was all set for at least a week. Nothing but little tiny projects until the big one he would be getting then. Perfect, 'I'm taking a few days off' he thought. Just about then he got an email from Sam; 'I'll pick you up. We're going out for lunch.'

He had been ready to go check the fridge and see if he needed to make a trip to the deli. This changed things. Now he wouldn't be rushed since he needed to shower and shave. He had gotten up and gone directly to work on his project. The weather was clear, but a little chilly. He laid out clothes that would keep him warm without smothering him. Next, he shaved then showered. Opening his medicine cabinet, he took out some cologne and splashed it lightly on his hands, and rubbed it into his face. Replacing he bottle in the cabinet, he noticed the bottle he had found at his mothers. 'Those pills are far out of date' he said to himself, and besides, he's continued to forget to ask his mom what they are for anyway. He took the bottle and dumped the remaining few tablets in the toilet and flushed it. Looking at the bottle, he took it into his bedroom and tossed it on the bed while he got dressed. Retrieving the bottle, he went downstairs, out the backdoor, and into the garage. Putting the bottle on the top of his newest vintage video game that he was restoring; 'That bottle will be great for small parts' he thought.

Stepping out of his garage, he heard a powerful motorcycle behind him. Lowering the garage door, he locked it and turned to see a Harley Davidson gliding up his driveway. The rider was obviously female. The woman was wearing black leather riding gear and a helmet that completely covered her face. The bike stopped, her arms went up to her helmet and lifted it off. Sam emerged in a flurry of blonde hair and smiles.

"Whatcha think Freddie?"

"How cool Sam, how very cool. What is it, I mean; I know it's a Harley, but what type?"

"This is a 2008 Softail Deluxe. 1573 cc's of pure V Twin power. She weighs just shy of seven hundred pounds, will do a hundred and twenty given a flat road. She has six speeds and rides like a dream because of the sweet suspension front and rear."

"And how fitting" Freddie deadpanned "its gravy brown."

"Had to have it painted that color special!" Sam said nodding.

Freddie smiled.

"You up for this, nub?" Sam asked.

"Do you mean a ride on the bike, or was that a double entendre, Sam?"

Sam smiled wryly…

"I am so ready." Freddie said, grinning "But I'll need something warmer for the motorcycle ride. Come in while I put on another pair of pants and a coat."

"Was that a double entendre?" Sam asked and grinned.

Sam followed him back into the house. She was carrying a paper wrapped package she had taken off the back of the bike. Setting the package on the kitchen counter, she said:

"Freddie, this is a little weird, but if it doesn't bother you, it won't bother me. These leathers were Bill's. You are just a bit smaller than he was, so everything should fit ok. Why don't you change out of those khaki pants into some jeans, and maybe put on a sweatshirt besides."

Freddie nodded and took the package upstairs, changed clothes and pulled on the leather pants and coat. There was a vest in the package as well; calling downstairs for advice, Sam said not to bother with it. He finished dressing and went back downstairs.

Sam's breath hitched when he entered the kitchen.

"Look Sam, if this bothers you, let's just forget the leather, okay? I can wear enough stuff to stay warm"

"No…" Sam grinned "its just, well… you look so hot in that, Freddie."

"You're blushing Sam! HA! I made you blush!"

"Did not!" She retorted.

"Did so!"

"Not!"

"So!"

"Na… mumph!" Sam found Freddie's lips on hers. It was the beginning of a long passion filled, lust dusted kiss. Sam's hands were everywhere, his waist, hair, back, shoulders, and then back to his hair. Freddie held her hips, and kissed her silly, then stupid, then breathless, finally, she was mindlessly numb. They broke apart gasping…

"Wow!" She said "That was so mmpha…" His lips were back. She pushed him over to the far wall while they continued. He pushed her back, then he grabbed her ass and began kissing her neck. Sam moaned… deliciously. She had feelings erupting that she hadn't known still existed. She hadn't felt this way in years, since the last time with Freddie. Since before he ran out on her with their supposed best friend. This can't happen, not with him. Not with Freddie… he had hurt her so badly. She wanted to just kick and scream and run… Right back into his arms, damnit! This was right, this was it. She broke them apart.

"Benson! Don't you dare fuck with me! Don't you dare, damn you."

Freddie looked into her eyes. She couldn't remember anyone ever looking at her like that, ever. She saw her whole life wrapped up in those eyes. Yeah, there was heartache… but there was comfort, joy and compassion. And love. She had only seen brief glimpses of it before with Freddie, never with anyone else. But here it was. Lord here it was and she felt like she had been kicked in the gut. There it was and it was a terror… It was all she could do to stand. Fucking hell! This man loved her. She couldn't take a breath. Her eyes were welling with tears.

"Sam…" He started to say

She shook her head, "no… wait…" she said placing two fingers over his lips to keep him from speaking.

He moved his head and kissed the nape of her neck. "Sam, I couldn't do that again. I'm still not sure why I did that before, but it can't happen again. I'd kill myself first. I need you, I always have. Please…"

The tears were running down her cheeks, dripping on the floor.

"Do you know what you did to me Benson, do you? Do you have any fucking idea?"

"Yeah, I'm aware of that Sam. Do you know what I did to myself? Looking for any reason I could to make sense out of what the hell I did. I didn't have any interest in Carly. None at all. "

"Then why did you marry her, Benson?"

"I don't know Sam, I really don't know…"

You know Freddie; I really didn't want any of this to come up. It was neat having a friend like you again, but not this, not again, not after the last time. No damn way."

"Cut the crap Sam. We can't go back to the way it was when we were twelve. Besides, 'just friends' don't hire neighbor kids to keep tabs on me."

"I would never, ever do… Okay, how did you find out, Benson?"

"How did you find out I had a cold? Louise told you when you hired her to watch me. So I hired her to watch you."

"What! You didn't! You really did that Freddie?"

"Yep, that kid has a tidy little income going on watching us." He said.

"Jeez! Amazing… Okay, so you want to do this. You want to try us again. You're sure." She asked.

Freddie nodded his head and said "I'm positive."

Sam looked at Freddie for a moment, turned and walked out the back door. Freddie followed her, she got on her motorcycle, started it and pulled out into the street. Freddie tried to follow, but there was no possibility of that. She stopped briefly to pull her helmet on, and was gone.

Freddie was standing on the sidewalk, watching her ride away. When the tiny dot that was Sam disappeared in the distance, he turned and walked back to his house. Entering, he removed the leather riding wear, laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

Sam rode south and west to connect with Interstate 5. Traveling south on the freeway, she made her way a little over thirty miles to The Cloud Nine Tavern in Tacoma. In front was the standard line of Harley's, Indian's and Victory's with a couple of neighborhood kids watching them. Sam parked her bike, and then gave one of the kids a ten dollar bill. The kid nodded, ran in front of her and held open the door. Walking inside, Sam sat at the end of the bar, nearest the door. The barman walked up, and asked her for her order.

"Two shots of Kessler's, a glass of water, no ice and a pack of Dromedary regulars, unfiltered."

In a moment, two shot glasses of the amber liquid, a short pack of cigarettes and a glass of water without ice were in front of Sam. She put a fifty on the bar and began pounding the top of the pack of cigarettes on the bar top.

"Matches." Sam said while draining the first shot in one gulp.

The barman placed her change in front of her while reminding the blonde woman; "…there is no smoking in the bar."

"Fuck off, asshole" Sam replied while putting the second small, now empty glass on the bar top.

The barman smiled, and placed an ashtray beside her empty shot glasses. He opened his hand, indicating the empty glasses. Sam nodded her head.

"Tell Julie that Sam Nolan is here." She said while tearing open the cigarette pack.

The barman nodded, poured the shot glasses full, struck a match and lit Sam's cigarette. As he shook out the match he said "be right back."

Sam gulped down first one shot, then the other. Taking a large drag off the cigarette, she inhaled deeply and held in the smoke. Taking a sip of water, she let the smoke slowly drift out of her nose.

A large woman came out of the back of the bar, looked at the blonde and shook her head.

"Sam Nolan, I thought I told you never to come back in here. But I did hear about Bill, sorry for that." The woman said walking up to Sam from behind the bar.

"Yeah, well Bill and I paid your damages… Julie, I need a place to think, and drink. Okay?" Sam said.

"Got'cha" Julie said, turning to the barman she continued; "Ollie, ya'll grab a couple boys and get Sam's bike loaded on the back of the truck."

"Sam, you got a persuader on you?" Julie asked.

Sam shook her head "Nope."

"You get rowdy, I'm gonna bounce you're ass, girl." Julie said.

Sam nodded "You'll get me home?"

"All taken care of, already done…" Julie answered.

"Thanks Jewels." Sam said.

"Not a problem hun, now I know where to go for my next time." Julie said as she turned and walked to the back of the bar.

Sam nodded her head, poured two more shots and slammed them down, one after the other. Picking up her cigarette, she took another deep drag and blew the smoke out slowly.

"Benson…" She said to herself.

Okay! That's it for chapter seven!

What will happen in chapter eight?

You had better read it, you'd better not wait!

Because you know, it just might be great!

But now I'm going to bed, 'cause it's very late!

I know, lame poem… please review anyway!

Thanks to all the boys and girls that helped.

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