Taz, was getting nervous about the interest Pete displayed about her community service recipient.<br/><br/>"Pete," she snapped, "drop it. She's house-poor, sunk all her money into that mansion and inside it's old furniture and crap not worth getting into trouble for.  She's super nice to me, even feeds me when I'm there, but I'm yet to see something worth stealing."<br/><br/>Taz hoped that Pete would accept her lies as truth and back off. He had been trying to get her to spill the beans about Belle for weeks now.  She was worried for two reasons. Well, primarily. She didn't want Belle to get robbed and hurt. Pete wasn't violent but what if Belle caught him? Would he hurt her to get away? The thought did not appeal to her. She had two visits left meanwhile and then her current sentence requirement was done. She was also afraid that if Pete did something as stupid as try and burglarize Belle that he would implicate her, even if she had nothing to do with it.<br/><br/>It had been a few days since she had last been there and she was scheduled for a visit the next day. Her birthday was in three days , her last visit next week. What would she do then? She knew she'd miss Belle but Belle wouldn't be obligated to do allow her to come again. Taz had become quite fond of the older woman. Who knew older women could be so cool, and still so damn sexy? She'd miss talking to her and<br/><br/>She was itching and miserable, desperately needed a shower and couldn't wait to get to Belle's. She had promised her a shower and said she'd get her some clothes. Belle had a bathtub there and Taz would love, love, love an opportunity to soak in there, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. Just a shower and clean clothes was luxury, true luxury.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Hi Belle!" smiled Taz as she kicked off her boots in the entryway. Belle smiled at her and then asked her to clean up the messy bar. Hmmmmm....  "Why Belle," teased Taz, "did you host a wild party last night?" She giggled and said "no problem, I'll get it straightened up," as she rounded the corner. But there was no mess in the bar. Just homemade banner wishing her a happy birthday and gift wrapped boxes. Taz stood rooted to the floor looking at the display vaguely aware that her mouth was open in a totally not cool  way.  She looked over her shoulder at Belle and whispered "For me?"  Approaching the bar and tentatively reaching for the left most parcel she looked back at Belle again before she opened the first one. It was two pairs of jeans, the thriftstore tag still on it but the price blacked out.<i>She remembered!</i>thought Taz gratefully as she reached for another parcel, and then the next. The final one, other than the big cube was one with underwear. It was cotton,very feminine and pretty and she touched the lace trim on the bra without concealing her delight. She had to be super careful to make sure this wasn't seen, because it was sure to attract attention. "these are wonderful," she said beaming. "thank you."  Taz reached for the big cube. It was heavy, after the light parcels of clothes, this box felt heavy. She shook it a bit and heard not much rattle. "Let me guess," she grinned mischievously at the older woman. "A collection of classics or perhaps driving manuals for the budding lawn tractor enthusiast?" She stuck her pink tongue out at Belle's response and finally gave up, opening the wrapping slowly, trying hard not to rip into it to delve into the secret that was in there.<br/><br/>A helmet? Once more her mouth opened in a not cool look, then closed, then opened again wordlessly. A helmet? What on earth would she do with a helmet?  She looked at Belle quizzically.