It only took a wink, one wink from the tall dark and handsome piece of ass. I knew who I was now. I could walk up without a word and have him bent over a sink in the private bathrooms with in minutes.

So I take a step and then another. Nothing felt as great as getting on that bike and kicking the beast to life. I'm not saying I can't do it. I can. I don't want to. I would rather wait at home to hear Riley snoring, wake up to a one sided conversation then get off.

I think it must be old age setting in, I laugh to myself as I rev the engine and tear down the road to home.

As I swing into the alley I notice that the bar is clearing out and the neon is shutting down. If I am quick about it I have time to wash off the grime of the road and the smell of the shop.

Never fails I step in the shower and my phone rings. Peeking my head out the shower I give the command to answer the phone.

Rachel sounds over the moon happy and a bit choked up as she shares the news about the baby. I'm happy for them, they have been some loyal friends over the years.

Saying my good byes and killing the water I can hear a jingle of keys in the hall way. It is automatic that I tell him. I don't expect an answer but I am happy as shit when I get one.

I dress in just a pair of sleep pants and search for something to eat.

"What did they have?"

I find half a sub from lunch and nearly drop it when he answers. "I um ahh, a boy. eight pound 13 ounces."

I hear a little laugh, "Good to hear I won the bet. Rachel wont be happy about not getting to tatto me."

"Bet?" I wont let this open talking moment slip away.

"I told," There is a pause and clothes rustling. "I told Rach it was a boy the minute they found out. She insisted I was wrong, so we bet that if she was right I would get my first tattoo from her."

Hmm more insight, pierced but no tattoos. "Doesn't sound to bad."

There is a bark of laughter from down the hall. "It was going to be a tramp stamp." I cringe. "It would say Rachel is the Queen of Right."

I start laughing along with him. "Damn you lucked out."

I hear him rummaging around in the fridge. "You have no idea, the ultrasound said it was a girl."