Rick stirred awake, his eyes remained closed as his arm reached out for Michonne. He opened them with great reluctance when he couldn't feel her presence and looked around his thoroughly disheveled room, or what used to be his wildly disheveled room. Everything had been folded and straightened up, including his stack of clean clothes that he kept on his chair. Michonne had obviously struck again. Rick pried himself out of bed.

He yawned. "Michonne, where you hiding?" Everything sounded so silent. It was a little ghostly.

Rick sat up, allowing his dark hair to cascade in front of his face. He then heard the swing outside creaking. He looked out and through the haze of the dirty window saw Michonne on the swing, dressed as she had been when he met her: in go-go boots and her leopard print jumpsuit. Rick looked at the clock on the wall. It was 6AM.

Well there's a chica that can't wait to be gone from me. Rick twisted his lip bitterly.

He approached the window and tipped against it lightly, hoping to get Michonne's attention. Michonne looked up, a little startled; her head turned to where the sound was coming.

She walked over with a smile and gave Rick the same look as the night before flicking her attention from his eyes to his torso. He smiled back. Maybe she was staying after all, just an early riser.

Then she looked at him sternly and tapped an imaginary watch and mouthed 'time'. Rick grimaced at her and shook his head. She frowned; looking puzzled and then walked around the cabin.

Rick went to open front door and leaned against its frame, feeling the warmth of the sunlight against his chest.

Michonne approached him, but stopped outside of reach reach, making the empty space between them as taut as a tight rope. She placed her hands on her hips and a hand over her brow to shield her eyes from the sun.

"So when are we going Rick? The sun is shining, the birds are singing and you sir, get to be my taxi man for the morning, how about that?" Michonne gently closed her eyes and turned her palms towards the sun, the golden incandescence drew out the contours of her palm, the length of her ink-black lashes, illuminating her high mahogany cheekbones. She smiled like a sun worshiper in communion with her god.

"Why do you need to get there so soon? You want to get back to Mike, teach him some of what I taught you?" Rick tried to say it in a light-hearted way, but it came out wrong, and bitterness cracked through his voice. He felt agitated all of a sudden, his body stiffened and he wanted to look away, but instead he fixed his gaze on her, staring.

Michonne just looked back at him. Rick blew a strand of hair out of his face in exasperation as as she spoke. "Rick, take a chill pill honey. Mike was way too prim to learn anything other than fucking a girl sunny-side up".

Both of them grinned at her comment, the creases in his eyes grew deeper and he chuckled a little, kicking his naked heel slightly against the door frame.

He felt awkward, he was in new territory. Normally, after a casual screw, he would wake up with the mamas as snug as a bug in his bed, their eyes glowing at him, glassy and needy. Sometimes, they would stroke his face, his hair, seriously hampering his post one-night stand sleeping efforts. However, Michonne was acting as if nothing had happened between them. He should have been relieved, but instead, he felt on edge. He wondered what he had done wrong.

"So last night Michonne... Did you have a good time?" He tried to say as nonchalantly as possible, allowing his head to lean against the wooden door frame.

"Most certainly. If I had known this is what they meant by southern hospitality…" Michonne, threw him a mischievous look and smiled broadly. She puffed out her buxom chest, and stepped towards him a little, swinging her arms.

Rick rolled off the door frame, and with something of a burlesque yawn, stretching his arms said coolly, "Yeah, it was okay. Hey, I think I'm going to shower and stuff, grab whatever you want from the fridge."

"I looked. Whatever I would have wanted in that fridge stopped being suitable for human consumption a month back." She mumbled, before piping up, "Hey, what do you mean our fuck was 'okay' Rick? Rick? Come back here!"

Rick tried to saunter as lazily as possible towards the bathroom, ignoring her. A bittersweet satisfaction fermented as he realized he had made Michonne a little insecure by downplaying how much he had enjoyed their session.

"Yeah, it was cool or whatever, look Michonne, I have to shower then I'll drop you round the interstate. Is that okay?"

Michonne protested, "Hell no it is not okay! Okay is not okay. What do you mean I was just okay?"

Rick went into the bathroom, purposefully leaving the door ajar before sliding out of his boxer shorts. He turned on the shower in the bathtub and opened the bathroom window. He hopped into the shower, allowing cool micro streams of water shoot his skin and swath him in wetness. He deliberately turned his back to the door, for the simple reason that he knew he had a butt that chicks dug, and the tattoo on his back – a sphinx with a laughing skull head, was sure to make her look.

He whistled to himself - loudly - to hopefully piss her off more and get her attention. The door creaked open, he smiled.

"Not looking, I'd just like to know why it is that I was only 'okay' when I thought we had some good action going on?"

"Sorry, can't hear you, showers loud, come on in a lil' closer."

"If I come in any closer I'll see your naked butt."

"Like that's not something you haven't seen before."

He heard footsteps closing in and a sharp intake of breath. "I didn't really notice your back so much last night. That's one heck of a tattoo, what does it mean?"

"It was kind of how I felt at the time, can't explain it." Rick had had the tattoo done when he came back from Vietnam. He felt it was a talisman on his back; though he weren't about to share that thought with anyone.

"Well, it's pretty, in an scary way." She quietly stated.

There was silence.

Rick allowed a slip of a smile to creep across his face as globules of water enveloped him. Michonne was watching him, her eyes lingering on his body.

He wondered what was going through her head.

She watched the water beat against his lean muscular body, wetting his tanned skin and shoulder-length hair. Her heart quickened at the sight of his form, she so wanted to touch him, be held in his strong arms, as he had done the previous night. But she wasn't going to act like some pathetic little girl and fawn over him. That was not her style. Even so, watching him did something funny to her insides - there was a little flutter, somewhere between her belly and pussy. She wanted him.

God, I am turning into some kind of pervert. I only came here to ask a question.

"So, how was our fuck just, 'okay'? Tell me Sensei, as you obviously have a bounty of experience". She tried to say it as derisively as possible, but his little comment had been weirdly hurtful and she wanted an answer.

"I do, you just gonna stand there talking, or you gonna do something useful? Like help me with my back, polish up that tattoo a little."

"No need to say 'please' or anything, everybody knows bad manners are so attractive." Rick waited and she looked down at her nails and saw that some of the nail varnish was chipping off. She grimaced; that was another good reason to get back to San Francisco. The thought of being seen with such tacky nails sent a shiver down her spine.

Rick muttered, "Okay, quit talking, and help me scrub my back… Please." He stressed.

Michonne milked the situation, "Oh, and what do I get out of it?" She teased.

"Woman... You have some kind of nerve. You get to know why you were just okay, so that you can add them to your slutty feminist notes or whatever." Rick's words bit Michonne; she shifted uncomfortably.

"Firstly, I am no slut, though yes, I do want to sharpen my love making skills, which every modern woman has a right to do. Second um, how do I scrub your back without getting wet with all my clothes on?"

"Simple, take them off, Slut." Michonne knew it was wrong time that the word slut would make her pussy throb, but it did because Rick had an odd way of making it sound like a compliment.

Fucking him doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything if I don't make it mean anything.

"Don't call me a slut." She said as she peeled off her top.

"I call you that because you like it, and you know why you like being called a slut Michonne?" He asked.

She quickly removed her boots, almost stumbling out of them. "Hmm, why do I like being called a slut?" She wriggled out of her suit and panties. Entertaining him for once.

"Because you're a good little girl who's only just learning how to be bad. You like being called a slut because you'd like to be one." He explained, the sponge in his hand now washing his shoulders. He squeezed the sponge, soap suds cascaded down his back in gentle rolls. She bit her lower lip, as she imagined following the trail of soapsuds with her lips and fingers.

"Whatever, Rick."

She wandered towards him and then stepped into the bathtub. Rick's back was still turned, but she could see that his muscles appeared to have tensed a little.

"Can I have the sponge?" She whispered, her nipples brushing against his back.

Rick saw her dark arm wrap round his torso, her palm open, gesturing for him to hand her the sponge. He placed the waterlogged sponge in her palm. He felt his skin tingle, not because from the onslaught of water, but because Michonne's warm wet curves brushing and pressing against his back.

"And the soap. Can't get you clean without soap."

Rick responded gruffly, "I only got Mr. Bubble. No soap."

Michonne chuckled, a low throaty melody. "Cool, well, when I ask for a squirt of-"

"You know I'll give you a squirt of anything you ask for." Rick replied in a low drawl.

"Mmm, okay… So back to polishing your back!" She said as she admired the tattoo with her sponge. The motions of her wrist eased into gentle rotations. Her other hand settled on the side of his hip. Michonne went from his shoulders, zigzagging down, idly following the dark blue edges of the tattoo.

"Harder." He demanded.

Michonne ran a hand down Rick's hip, "Harder what?"

"Wash my back, harder." He straightened his back, attempting to intimidate her.

Michonne continued to examine the tattoo until something caught her attention. The laughing skull head appeared to be obscuring a raised bump of skin. She touched it gently, Rick jerked.

"What's this? A scar?"

"Just wash my back." Rick's voice was flat and cold. Michonne decided not to pursue it.

Michonne wrapped her arms around Rick's waist reassuringly, "Okay, well I think I'm done washing your back. But I can think of something I'd like to wash, real hard."

Rick took quiet pleasure in Michonne being pressed against his back, her breath against his wet skin.

Rick lowered his head, watching her hand coyly press the sponge against the area above his cock, gently skimming downwards. He felt his semi-erection grow with anticipation, he exhaled, the thrumming sound of water around him growing louder, the water getting hotter.

Michonne tenderly brushed the sponge, with its soft textured surface, along the length of his cock; the back of her nails brushing a light blue vein.

"Yeah, that's it, darlin'." He groaned, cocking his waist towards her hand.

Michonne rubbed his chest with her free hand and kissed his back, his scar, then stood on her tiptoes to plant delicate little kisses along his shoulder blades.

She pressed the sponge against Rick's erect cock flesh more fervently.

"Soap. Squirt some soap onto the sponge. It will make washing you hard much easier."

Rick grabbed the Mr. Bubble bottle, opened the lid and hastily squirted it on the sponge.

She enveloped Rick's cock with the soapy sponge and rubbed the sponge up and down his length. Rick moaned as Michonne's other hand found his groin and cradled his hardness in her palm whilst she idly bathed his dick. He clenched his fist slightly, and then unfurled it, needed more from Michonne. Rick grabbed her lithe wrist, and then twisted around, facing her, his face to her face. He pulled her towards him. Her breasts press against his chest; chocolate satiny cushions.

"Mmm, stopping me from getting my paws on the cookie jar? That's truly unfair." She whined.

"You got me all wrong, I'm giving you a free pass to the cookie jar…"

He smiled, the pearly whites of his teeth bare and his eyes blazed as blue and hungry as a predator that had marked his prey. She gazed back challengingly, as Rick nakedly assessed Michonne's sexy body, inspecting how openly it craved him; arousal had stiffened Michonne's nipples into protruding nubs.

Rick released her wrist, momentarily caressed the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer. He looked at her as if he was reading her, before kissing her forehead; his beard tickling her.

Rick's cock, slippery from the wetness, pressed against her belly and flattened against her stomach. He rubbed it up and down, his pre-cum mixing with the liquid glow of her mahogany skin. Michonne smiled at him playfully and let her hand brush his bottom of which he gently squeezed, sending a throb from his balls to his cock.

Rick groaned, "You're a bad little mama with too much sass, now why don't you do something good with that pretty mouth of yours and suck my white cock?"

Michonne pouted, "Manners, Rick."

"Mmm, nope, now it's your turn to have some manners, and be obedient."

Michonne raised a questioning eyebrow. "And why would I obey you?"

"Oh we can be political about it Michonne, but I'll let you into a secret – no matter how strong you are with your clothes on, given a bed and a hard cock you become a little pussycat, spread and dripping for a hard stiff fuck." Rick drawled, admiring her her moist tits and ass. He restlessly rocked the flat of his pale cock against the press of her dark belly, invigorated his prick with pleasure tingles.

"That's not true…" She said breathlessly, before gently tugging Rick's short beard, forcing him to lower his head into a kiss. They kissed passionately, their lips murmuring and their tongues slipping against the others with silent need.

Rick placed the flat of his under her tit, feeling the weight, his thumb rubbing her nipple. He clasped the firm dark nub between his thumb and forefinger and then slowly pulled. Michonne moaned, and pulled away from the kiss, instead studying his actions.

His hand left Michonne's heavy tit and traveled leisurely down her smooth belly, until it was at her snatch. Rick fingered through her swollen sex lips, flicking the tip of his forefinger against Michonne's clitoris. She swayed her hips back and forth, spreading her slickness on his already wet fingers.

Michonne's breasts heaved as her breathing became heavier from his touch. He was rough round, but his touch was gold as far as her clit and body were concerned. Each flick of his finger made her feel like liquid honey was pumping through her veins, coursing through pussy. Lust-drunk, Michonne turned her attention to Rick's stiff prick. Her fingers reached out and touched the cock head; he grunted in response. He straightened up, his hand reluctantly leaving Michonne's hot cunt.

"Mmm, I gave you an order earlier; I want you on your knees, sucking my cock."

"I don't-"

"If you want to be fucked like a good little girl, you had better suck my cock." Michonne pressed her tits against Rick's chest before sliding down.

"I'm only obeying you because I want to be fucked." She grumbled, as she slowly fell to her knees. One small dusky hand pressed against Rick's thighs and the other cupped his balls, and slightly squeezed.

"I know, that's why you're my slut." Rick said in a low husky tone.

Michonne's wet hair framed her dark beautiful face. Rick admired her face with plump bowed lips that gravitated teasingly close to his throbbing prick.

She ran the tip of her nose lightly against the length of his cock, before her hand left his throbbing balls and then met the base of his dick.

He closed his eyes, this time; he was going to stay firmly in control, even if it killed him. That morning, if anyone was going to lose control, it was Michonne.

"You have ten seconds to get those lips round my cock." He growled.

Michonne's eyes twinkled with a wicked glint as she opened her lips and took him in, her other hand pumped his shaft at the base, stroking up a pleasing friction.

Rick exhaled. "Yeah, that feels so good, touch yourself, doll. "

Rick looked down to see Michonne caressing the place between her thighs, rocking against her own fingers.

They moaned in unison, losing themselves in the moment.

Michonne gagged as she tried to take in more of Rick's firm dick. He looked down and saw that she appeared to be trembling; her tits rose and fell as she was gently bucking against her own hand and then stilled from her climax.

Rick fought to control a surge of arousal.

"Bad girl, you made yourself cum?" He tried controlled his breathing through his nostrils, he was so close, but he wasn't going to lose it.

Michonne released his cock from her mouth with a popping sound; she looked at him in earnest.

"Maybe."

"Which hand did you use? Show me." Trembling from her orgasm, she lifted her left hand.

Rick chuckled, "A south paw, well, you know what a good teacher does to a south paw?"

Michonne felt a slight shudder of surprise as he grabbed her left wrist and pulled her to her feet. Her legs felt like there was no bone. He pinned her wrist against the tiled wall by the tub, and then stealthily found her other wrist and pulled it up, and then placed both wrists in one rough grip, above her head.

"Put one leg out Michonne, just here, on the edge." Rick's free hand cupped her under the crook of her knee and lifted it onto the ledge of the bathtub so that the pink inner folds of her pussy were exposed.

"Good, now answer me. What does a good teacher do to a south paw?"

"They act nicely to her and show her how to hold stuff properly." Michonne smirked cheekily, her attention flicking to his cock, then back to his stern gaze. She looked at him defiantly, trying not to lose herself in his mesmerizing cobalt-blue eyes.

Rick appeared to be in a good mood which made her relax. She cried in surprised when she saw one of Rick's tanned hands spank her dark breasts; a numb pain warmed her tit.

"Nope. A good teacher disciplines a student when they done wrong, especially when they do wrong with the wrong hand."

Rick casually spanked each of her breasts again; he revelled in seeing her tits oscillate, as well as her genuinely surprised expression. Between his apparent sadism, and her gamely masochism, he found toying with Michonne deeply arousing. He wondered what her limits were.

Michonne felt every sting, each one sensitizing her swollen nipples, warming her pussy up, and sending intoxicating slivers of arousal to her dripping cunt. She felt vulnerable and at his mercy. Her tits felt like they were on fire; she whimpered and arched her back, putting on another lewd display.

Rick's erection had become more furious since he began spanking her breasts.

He paused, his breathing now heavy. He then drew closer to her, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, before planting kisses across her face. Michonne sighed in response, revelling in his feathery touch.

Rick's grip around her wrists loosened.

Michonne looked puzzled.

Rick let go of her wrists and dropped to his knees, shifting his legs in the awkward confines of the tub. He pinned her spread legs firmly against the wall and gently bit the inside of her thigh. Michonne whimpered and bit her lower lip. Rick roughly spread her lips with his fingers and started massaging the swollen rouge bud of her clit. He craned his neck towards her sex and then licked the slit; the tip of his tongue circling around the bud.

Michonne. already sensitive from her previous orgasm, could feel her inner muscles tighten, she writhed a little, working her hands into Rick's drenched hair. He heard her sobbing as he ate her and smiled devilishly, getting gratification from the torment he was inflicting on her.

He stopped and looked up. "Play with your tits. Moan for me."

Michonne did as she was told. The lack of friction from the water meant that they would slip out of her hand. She panted as she looked down, spread out by Rick's hand, feeling the familiar threat of pleasure building between her thighs. Rick watched her as he lapped at her pussy.

Michonne felt a hand leave her leg and felt it travel up her leg, but kept stroking her fingers through his hair and scalp. Rick's fingers nudged their way up the back of her thigh, and slightly parted her ass cheeks. She eyes opened all of a sudden as she felt his finger, or thumb, work its way into the puckered bud of her ass. His fingers were moist from the water and her drenched pussy.

"Wow, Rick, where you going with that?" She jerked as she felt the thumb work its way into her virgin ass.

Rick stopped licking her and growled, "Don't act like you're not gonna like it. Girls like you need to have your ass filled once in a while."

She moaned loudly as Rick inserted his thumb into her ass. It felt uncomfortable at first, but as he began to lick her clit again she couldn't get enough. She squeezed her ass around his finger as her pussy tightened. She was so wet, near the brink...

"Please Rick, Please..." She begged.

"Please what?" Rick asked forcefully, jamming his thumb further up her tight ass, making her jerk her into his face.

"Fuck me."

Moments after saying these words, she began to feel a luscious ripple emanate from her cunt to her ass. She tugged her nipples and gasped as the orgasm washed over her.

But still Rick kept going.

She whimpered. Smaller orgasms ripped through her, tugging her down, down; her legs nearly gave way.

Rick stopped and withdrew his fingers and tongue. He playfully spanked her thigh, making her straighten her back.

"Ow!"

Rick got up, and Michonne dropped her knee, so that she was standing with both feet in the bath tub. He wrapped his arms round her. "Pity you're all tired out, I was going to give that cock you've been begging for."

He nestled his hard cock between her slit and rubbed it back and forth. He gently bit her earlobe.

"Send me back to San Francisco with a smile."

"Oh I think you've already got a smile." Rick groped Michonne's soft ass with force.

"Okay. A really big smile."

"Mmm, hold this-", He forcefully turned her around and placed her hands on top of the towel rack at one end of the bath tub. "-spread yourself, till I see the pink of your cunt."

Michonne turned stepped forward, creating a cool space between. She spread her ass, feeling Rick's long fingers dance over the small off her back, before he grabbed her waist and bent her over.

He rubbed his cock along her swollen slit and slowly sunk his rigid cock into her dripping pussy. She moaned and moved back against him. Rick watched his white cock, slowly work its way into her cunt. She whimpered, swaying her butt. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her skin. Michonne moaned loudly, not caring if anyone could hear them.

She felt his hands wrap around her waist and hold her firm, putting a pause to her gyrations.

"There are times when I get to fuck you and you don't get to fuck me. This is one of them." Rick firmly held onto her waist then slowly plunged into her. Rick then withdrew and rubbed his cock between her shiny slit, feeling his cock catch the little sensitive bump of her clit. She squirmed and tried to drive against him, but he held her still, driving her crazy with desire.

Rick rubbed her ass, squeezing the soft plump mahogany flesh as he plunged into her again and again, feeling her pussy squeezing him.

The muscles along his inner thighs and groin tingled as he felt his cock stiffen and balls constrict. He thrust into her pussy, glancing at her inner pinkness and its contrast to her darker outer pussy lips. He grunted.

Rick found the raised nub of Michonne's clit and began to rub it roughly, whilst the thick fingers on his free hand twisted and stretched her nipple.

Michonne wailed softly, "Rick, I'm gonna cum..."

He fucked her harder as he felt her pussy tighten around him.

Michonne bucked against him wildly as her pussy milked his cock, tugging him with delicious fervour.

Rick gasped and grunted. He could no longer hold back as his body yielded to the demands of her cunt. He thrust in her a few more times before hot jets of spunk spurted from his cock, flooding her pussy.

Both stilled, globules of water dancing off their bodies like teardrops. Flaccid, he reluctantly withdrew from the Michonne's sumptuous heat.

She turned round and pressed a soft kiss to Rick's lips, he kissed back, his tongue slipping between her lips.

"You still haven't told me why I'm just okay.", Michonne raised an eyebrow and resisted a smile.

"Well, if you weren't needing to get back tonight, I could have told you tonight." Rick placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly kneading them.

"So you never going to tell me?" She pushed up her bottom lip in mock disappointment.

Rick shrugged. "Looks like it."

They silently got out of the bathtub and went to the bedroom. With only one towel in his possession, Rick dried them both down, memorizing each curve and length of her limbs. Even if she were going soon, he planned to keep her in his most carnal thoughts for a long time.

"Hey Rick, you taking me to the station now?" She asked, smiling her eyes lazily inspecting him. Even in the tatty torn grey night robe that he had donned and his off-green slippers he was a true fox. His skin was flushed from the fuck they just had. Michonne found him to be at his sexiest. She wondered this sexy, how hard he worked to get that way.

"You keep looking at me like that and you might not be going anywhere." Rick muttered, his own eyes greedily traveling down her body, as if she was made out of money. She was wearing his t-shirt again.

Michonne slowly sauntered over to him and stopped a few inches away from his heavily tattooed chest. She pulled at his beard, bullying him into a kiss.

Rick didn't resist. He cupped her chin and kissed her forehead then tilted his face to her own and kissed the tip of her nose. He continued to travel down her face until he reached her soft plump lips. His tongue pried between her yielding lips, only to be met by her own sweet licks. Soon they were kissing, the heat between them burning them up. Michonne nipped Rick's lower lip impishly while she softly ran her nails down his chest, creating a faint trail of fire.

Rick felt his cock firming as he considered fucking the little minx again, but he needed to get ready for work. He tried to figure out a way to let her know she wasn't going to be going back that morning.

He decided against it.

Rick sighed and pulled her away. "Yeah, 'bout that. I have to go into town to pick up a few things see 'uh. Yeah. However, I'll be coming back, right? Real soon."

He had just lied through his teeth; still he gave her a crooked smile and patted her soft Afro.

She looked a little disappointed, "Okay, how long will you be gone?"

Rick turned so she couldn't see his lying eyes, "Not too long, maybe a few minutes, like twenty max."

. . .

Three hours later and Rick was still in Glenn's shop. He still felt like a lying scumbag, and contemplated calling her on his home phone, but then he decided against it. She was sure to be deeply bummed with him, and nothing soured him more than an upset woman.

"Don't worry Shane, your bike ain't about to explode. One of the wires had some real abrasion on the insulation sheath. That's how you got the flash from the cylinder right? Just over here, can you see that?" Rick showed him the detached wire, cradled between his fingertips, stained with oil.

"Yeah, sure can."

"The insulation's been sliced into, but I've replaced it, checked all the wiring and relays, and as a special consideration for a friend, made sure the voltages were normal. You're good to go. I got to tell you, if I weren't a Harley man myself, then this Honda you got here, Four K2, would be my girl."

"Well, I was a Harley man too wouldn't you know? But then I tried this baby and she was sweet as hell. We can't always choose the ones we love, right?"

"I guess, but something tells me I'm always going to stay true to my Harley."

"Well thanks again Rick, hey how come I don't see you 'bout much often? Glenn would take you on full-time in a heartbeat, I know it."

"Maybe one of these days, just not now. It's been a while, but I'm still finding my feet. Glenn might think he wants me full-time, but he'd have me straight out the door if he caught me on a bad day. Wouldn't want that."

"I understand, I understand, well you met Charlie and Daniel, my nephews a few years back right? They both went to 'Nam too-"

"You're a good man Shane, but this ain't something I'm just gonna be talking about. But, anything else I'll be happy to chat to you with." Rick hated giving Shane the cold shoulder to, but a friendly customer was not his first choice for discussing one of the more sensitive aspects of his life.

"No, you're okay, so what do I owe you?"

Rick looked at his watch; he still had customers coming in from Phoenix, Glenn's friends. He wondered how long they would be.

He dusted down and wandered outside the garage where a couple of bikes, including his own, were parked. They were glorious pieces of machinery, built with curves of the smoothest metal.

Rick exhaled. He had only been work-free for five minutes, but he was already bored. He stood outside the garage, smeared oil down his blue overalls and lit up a cigarette. It was the first cigarette of the day; he'd been so occupied fucking Michonne he'd forgotten to want to have one.

Michonne, Michonne, Michonne. He thought fondly, he sure hoped she'd keep in touch. There was a great scene there for bikers of his ilk in San Francisco, but more than that, there was Michonne, who was a great screw. With her open attitude to fucking, he could tie her up, blindfold her, then slowly nibble her all over her pretty ebony body. He would tell her she was his little slut as he bit her earlobe gently, and squeezed her breasts-

"A brazen exhibition of Satan's Horn if I ever did see young man! You ought to be ashamed!" Mrs. Peletier staunch and starchy as always, came gliding into the peripheral of his vision. She had that expression that was tattooed onto her face, a mixture of barely muted disdain, wearing her navy blue pill hat and long blue dress.

"What the hell you gone talking about?" Rick snapped. He blew a cloud of smoke in Mrs. Peletier's direction, just to get her a little more fired up.

Mrs. Peletier spluttered and pointed at Rick's crotch, "You need the church in your life young man, to amend your wicked ways."

He looked down and sure enough, he had something of a semi-erection going. In front of customers, he would have been embarrassed, but in front of Mrs. Peletier, he took delight in her flustered reaction.

"Well, enjoy the show." He winked wickedly at her, running his fingers through his hair.

Mrs. Peletier gasped in shock, "I will do no such thing. You used to be such a good boy Rick, but all these motorbikes, and that there unruly hair of yours has put the devil in you."

She stomped towards him, and then angrily scrunched a leaflet up and practically punched it into his hand.

"Jesus, Mrs. Peletier."

"Do not use his name in vain. Read it, and learn a little something about God's love." She said and she marched into the shop.

The leaflet, entitled 'Angels of St Paul: 10 Simple Steps for being Sin-Free', depicted an image of a blond angel with huge tits struggling with a muscle-ripped demon. With Mrs. Peletier's back safely turned, he began to muse.

He imagined Michonne with wings, a harp, a white Afro, nipple tassels and frilly white panties being manhandled by a red demon that closely resembled him. He smiled to himself, took one last drag of his cigarette, and then flicked the butt away. Yup, he sure could think of someone he would like to put the devil into.

. . .

Michonne was not amused. The first hour of Rick absence had been forgivable. Maybe he had meant twenty minutes there, a little shopping, and then twenty minutes back. Yup, that would take an hour. He's cute, I can forgive him. She had considered, doubtful. Had she been less busy trying to seduce Rick into more sex, she would have been more inquisitive about the fact that he was acting mighty shifty towards her before he left. Who knew where he had gone to?

The second hour came and went. By this time, Michonne was laid out on the sofa, eating some of Rick's corn chips and watching re-runs of Fat Albert on Rick's television set. She thought of her pet cat Tiger, whom she had left at Mike's grandma's.

Hope Mike's grandma is still feeding Tiger. The woman did not like me. Hope Tiger ain't been abandoned to the streets, meowing for her catnip, like some cheap-ass Disney movie. Michonne's brow furrowed her brow, and then frowned in concern.

By the third hour, despite watching a Kung Fu film with a super fine main actor, she felt morose. She slumped into the sofa, feeling even sadder when she saw that she had corn chip crumbs down her top. Rick, Mike both men. Mean-as-sin abandoning men. Motherfuckers. Never been abandoned in someone's own home though. Maybe it's about time I started to develop a complex or something… Michonne breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm herself down.

Okay, go for a walk, Michonne. Don't think too much. Don't freak out about the fact that you're alone in a cabin in the middle of a fucking desert and you've been kidnapped by a sex-hungry biker! Fuck, will they make a Disney movie out of that too?

That was it, Michonne got up, wrapped her hands loosely round herself, with the intention of going for a walk. However, just as she opened the door she saw the most alarming sight; five motorbikes roared round the bend towards his cabin.

Bikers.

Her heart began to beat rapidly and her mouth went so dry she almost wanted to bolt inside and get a glass of water.

Instead, she stood there transfixed as they approached.