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Kevin - 05 - Kevin stronghold.

After spending all day Sunday on a small cloud, Kevin had great difficulty concentrating on his work. His thoughts were constantly about this tall blonde with long slender legs and breasts howitzers which was simply wrapped in a towel at him and just yesterday.
Today, nothing could begin his good humor, though he preferred the day goes faster. All things come to an end, he rushed out of his office from September 10 hour strikes. A journey by public transport later, he crossed with a serene air door of the concession Kawasaki. He barely noticed the smiles corner of the mechanics who nudged him since his arrival. The all-risk insurance has been running full and despite the obvious threat of a surcharge, Kevin was determined not to let it rot for a morale stupid about money. Tonight he had an appointment with his bike and with the love of his life. Nothing else mattered.
- Mr. Ouèche-Magueul? You do not get my message? Inquired the seller mine embarrassed by coming to meet him.
- Y 'has a problem? Kevin asked as he felt his guts are knotted.
There was no question he left without his bike. He had appointment with Lynn. He was a winner. He could not, he should not go again for a loser in the eyes of his sweetheart. Especially since she had given him an appointment at the central bar to present her friends and they would surely be accompanied by their biker buddies. Seller
smiled and said:
- No, I'm teasing you. She is ready.
Kevin smiled and had a vision fleeting, but soothing, this idiot of a salesman's head with oil was a beautiful ornament for Leo Vince Oval Titanium planted in the foundation.
In the window, he noticed that his Honda was gone. Can be sold to petite brunette who turned around the other day with the eyes of Chimene. Good for him. Kevin did well to everyone today. Even at that idiot from the vendor who had pushed the throbbing in the red zone for nothing.
- Attention is now unchecked.
Kevin shook his head without saying anything. He did not even raise the outrage. Eh what? It was not a beginner and a small attachment that happens to everyone right? While 100 horses and 180 head with it to control it.
He called Lynn last night to ask if she had a helmet.
- No, I have no cax. Had she said. But I can lend to.
She said "cax" instead of "helmet" in a remnant of dyslexia that made her even sexier. "Dyslexia is sexy" had blandly he hummed in every tone of his upper cloud nine on Sunday.
The appointment was set with Lynn 20 hours which left him two hours to do a little hand. To run the least possible risk, he decided to leave the city and county to borrow a road he knew well.
A small road that led into a pass where Kevin had learned in real conditions, with the help a friend who Frank was a time rife regional championship in the mountains, the subtle art of the ideal trajectory. How better to sacrifice a turn to save time in a more difficult chicane which commanded a straight line that it was important to address it fully. Frank had been a good teacher and, if it had never been conspicuous by its results in the league, his talent was not an issue. As he often said, leaning against the bar on Saturday night:
- is because of the reluctance of sponsors that so many gifted piloting remain forever unknown.
Since then, Kevin came often to train on this stretch. It was his way. He knew every detail, every pebble. Of course, with his 500 he could not make decent lap times, but with this tool there, it would charcler severe.
After refueling, he headed for the mountains, wisely to heat the engine. In fifth was 3000trs/mn or 90 km / h and 10 ° angle in the curves. Kevin also thought to heat the tires loose laces describing the straights to make them heat up. He rolled visor open, happy, full of simple pleasures experienced by all motorcyclists riding their vehicles with the prospect of their return to the beautiful end of the walk. He was there for his suicidal thoughts when a bee entered his helmet visor open and crept into his right ear.
This incident did Kevin make the first of his career unintentional stoppie motorcycle. Like what it does not take much sometimes to achieve the exceptional. But Kevin was not there. He suddenly stopped and stalled on the report forgetting to disengage. Both feet planted on the ground it was split between the action of removing the helmet as soon as possible and prevent the machine from sleep. He tried frantically to remove the strap of her in Arai railing against the brand's engineers do not fucking deluxe helmet with a strap to break fast during the bee distracted by the pressure of the helmet and head movements of Kevin sought salvation in the ear canal with a yellow substance and that sticky honey smeared recalled his early years of small larvae. Kevin had called at the end of the loop of the strap tore off his helmet and shook her head from right to left to make from the bee. Scarlet, he regained his breath for a moment and restarted cursing dirt campaign against this pesky critters with her. Fifteen minutes later he came hard at work.
Kevin stopped at the bottom of the climb. He rolled his shoulders to put the shell of his jacket in place, bent his head from right to left to relax the neck as he had learned Franck. He lowered his visor iridium and screwed the handle by engaging it is perceived that he was at a standstill. The little green light seemed to taunt him on the scoreboard. Irritated, he set in motion to kick the first dry when the plan was not yet fully. The bike jumped forward and Kevin clung to the handlebars. He got the second before the first curve, a broad left that was closing not. Kevin spent the second and then got a report in the stretch that followed. Pif paf a pretty vicious was forthcoming. Kevin remembered the words of Frank:
- Enlarge enough in the conk out for good in the middle and put the wham watts. He has stepped aside
right to lie on the ideal trajectory, and when he would switch his machine with a superb lame, a CB 500, which seemed to have already passed it with 10 Inside bounds better. Frank had been told beforehand that goes through just 80 km / h curve. The type would be embossed in the bang, it was folded in advance, it sure. The CB 500 negotiated the chicane with flexibility and lightness. His driver was not lame at all. His driver also. Hormones Kevin had blown him that the rash round and plump and the fall of the kidneys motorcyclist who had doubled could only belong to a woman. A woman who rode a machine he acknowledged: his, his old 500. He would have bet on brown hair under the helmet.
distracted, he missed a report and set off on the couple. In the next straight, Kevin said he would talk to the powder. What was said was done. Once the bike right there opened the throttle to high. The kawa screamed and rushed forward to gluing the little 500 to the speed of a falcon on its prey. He would make short work. He surpassed 200 yards before the next turn and began shortly after his braking. Because he was almost 200 mph and, according to Franck, the right turn that happened was tricky, a slight tilt and closed at the end.
- 60Km / h Franck said no more if you go out! Kevin
pressed the brakes and fell in the second to address the shift to the recommended speed.
- 60 Km / h battery! She can not go faster than me especially with his handling and small tires. It will teach him to tease me come on my property.
Obviously, the brunette did not know much about the bike or the physical laws governing the mysterious paths ideal because it was outside with him, at a minimum, 20 more terminals in the right who cannot closes and that is tricky. In the row that followed, she disappeared before the eyes of Kevin stunned with the grace and agility of a wisp.
He stopped the Kawasaki on the roadside, puzzled. He meditated for a moment unconscious women, then watch him on titillates the eye. He had an interest if he wanted to go be on time for his appointment with Lynn.

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Kevin - 04 - Day after cooked.

Kevin was roused from his sleep by the sound of a pan that is placed on the gas. He rose with the speed of a terminally bedridden with a terrible headache and went to the blinds in the windows of the salon not assured of a sea bass in a storm. The mistake was to open the blinds in the windows of the room at once. The sun shone powerfully struck him at the speed of a TGV an uppercut in the eye that left him knocked for a few seconds. To make matters worse, the 35th Infantry Regiment seemed to have taken up residence under his tongue and apparently wanted to go on maneuvers. The noises in the kitchen continued to hammer him the skull. He sat for a moment trying to arrange the mess he had in his skull.
Oh yes! Lynn she returned with him last night. Ca, because he remembered the episode of the towel. By cons he could not make the connection between the towel and the sound of Guadeloupe who saw him cradled in her sleep through the wall. He decided to spend a lot of water in the bathroom before going to the kitchen. The underwear had disappeared. It also he remembered. Red, 95D.
Was it a dream?
He opened the faucet and joined hands to move from fresh water to the face and neck. On the one hand groping, he sought a package of aspirin in the sink and dropped two pills in her drink a sparkling teeth. He stood leaning on the sink, looking dazed in the inability to align two coherent thoughts while waiting for the pills dissolve. Then he drank his potion in one gulp and found a semblance of human appearance. He walked in shorts and tee shirt to the kitchen where he found Lynn, fresh and smart busy making coffee.
- Hi Kev '! I did not wake up. Where's sugar?
She walked toward him and placed a kiss on his lips. This contact awoke completely. She dropped two lumps of sugar found in the cupboard above the stove in his cup and tossing while blowing his coffee to cool. She leaned on the edge of the worktop and crossed his long legs.
- Well, you do not look healthy. Must say we drank a lot last night. Usually I do not drink like that. I wonder what you'll think of me.
Kevin tried to say he could not think but anyway, his stomach forbade him if only to think of the word "alcohol" under penalty of mutiny, but the marshy remugle that paralyzed his tongue prevented him from waking to articulate anything intelligible. Anyway, Lynn did not expect an answer. She continued:
- Good I have to queue, it is half past eleven ET I got an appointment with friends to eat. I'm stuffing. Thank you for your bed. You'll come and get me one day leaving the job when you have your bike?
Without waiting for an answer, she added:
- Hey darling! You brush their teeth, you're a breath of coyotes. Byyyye!
Kevin watched her go and coming from the kitchen to the room in search of his business at the speed of light.
Not light! Not think light, light not pronounce! Light finish! Doing too badly, light. Kevin thought.
She winked, patted her cheek and walked to the front door when she slammed a post it before disappearing behind and closing.
Kevin froze in the kitchen. What health. He had not had time to put one it was gone. Still a bit muddy, he recapitulated what had passed since he had risen:
Sun, have eyes! She kissed me, I have a breath of pony and she called me "cabbage". Ah! And then she stuck a post-it on my door.
Kevin walked into the hall, seized it and identified a number of phone. Telephone number. It was won! Positive balance. Kevin smiled, the day promised to be beautiful.
The hangover disappeared as if by magic. Enchantment provided by a fairy named Lynn who, with a kiss and a small square of yellow paper scribbled some figures had invented the best of aspirin. He dashed whistling in the shower. He recovered his bike tomorrow, he would call tonight to offer him an appointment and a small bike ride tomorrow night.
Provided it does not rain.