Taz headed to the shower and giggled at the comment about the undies until it reminded her of the dream she had had and the feeling of mirth changed to one of temptation, she almost felt like leaving the door wide open. Why was she feeling this way about Belle? She was so much older, it made no sense, and yet, she knew that in some subtle way the way they viewed each other had changed. Taz shook her head as she got dressed after her shower, why would Belle be interested in someone like her? And yet, she had more than once made a comment that suggested that she was, playfully yes, but still.<br/><br/>After she dressed in the new underwear, jeans, a cute new t-shirt, and socks she stepped out to find Belle changed into completely different gear. "yay!" said Taz, "no more casts, but you still ought to be careful." She noticed Belle's nipples and blushed, her breasts stretched the t-shirt and they were kinda hard to miss, maybe that was the point?<br/><br/>Belle was irrepressible and handed her the leather jacket before telling her to follow her. "Just a minute," begged Taz and quickly put on the new, and very cool boots. They looked second hand but didn't feel second hand and she loved them, they fit great.  She hurried after Belle and gaped in awe at the cars in the garage. She didn't recognize one of them, but the hood ornament on the Royce even someone like her would know. The bug was adorable, and she wanted to look at it some more, but Belle it seemed, was on a mission and she hurried after her, holding the jacked in one hand, and the helmet in the other.<br/><br/>"Belle, you just got your cast off!" protested Taz, looking at the beaming older woman who sat proudly on the bike. Belle wanted to take her on a ride, that was clear now. It was also clear to Taz who had never been on a motorcycle that she was a little scared. OK. a lot scared. Had Belle not had the accident she wouldn't have needed her to come and help, not that she had done overly much there. Now she wanted to ride again? Chicken she was not, but Taz was. Still, there was no way she was going to admit that to her, as with a pounding heart she straddled  the bike and snugged up to Belle, plugging in her helmet the way she was shown. It felt weird to wear a helmet, again, a first.<br/><br/>"Belle, I've never been on a bike before, can we do this nice and slow at first, please?"