Belle laughed at Taz' attempt to guess the content of the box. "Just open it," She said, then giggled at the expression on the young woman's face. "You are a picture. Close you mouth sweetie, you're catching flies!" She was smiling a genuinely happy smile. "Oh, you haven't noticed, have you?" She did a little tap dance finishing with a pirouette on the leg that had still been in plaster last time Taz was here. "But enough about me. You go get in the shower, and then try some of these clothes on. And if you let me watch you putting that underwear on, I might have an extra surprise for you...!"<br/><br/>She winked. She was teasing, but the kid was so easy to tease. And somewhere between reading the report and buying the clothes, a sort-of decision had slid into her head. She would do whatever it took to help this kid. She would adopt her as her daughter, make Taz the sole beneficiary in her will. Hell, she would marry the girl if that's what it took.<br/><br/>But the comment about watching her put the undies on was just a joke. She didn't intend it to happen. "No, silly, I'm teasing you." But for some reason, Belle was blushing. "But I do still have a special treat for you. Go on, go get a shower. I need to get changed too."<br/><br/>When Taz came out of the shower, Belle had changed out of her slacks and woollen sweater and was wearing a pair of very form hugging leather pants in pink and white, that had what looked like patches sewn into the leather on the knees, hips and backside. Her still firm breasts stretched the front of the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fawesometeedesigns.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F12%2Fride-to-live-res.jpg&amp;hash=45ba11fa37344ec82c5db51af3211f8e" href="http://awesometeedesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/ride-to-live-res.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Live To Ride tee shirt</a>she was wearing, her nipples poked two hard little lumps in the fabric, slightly misshapen by the sleeper rings she used to keep the piercings open just in case she needed to shock people. A leather jacket that matched her trousers dangled from one hand, that was back over her shoulder. Her other hand held a smaller jacket, this one black leather, with some scuff marks on it. "I bought this for my nephew, when he bought his first motor bike. He came off once, and never rode again. Jackert's still good, there's a bit of scuffing on the sliders is all. The pants would be far to big, but the jacket can be a bit big if you are pillion. Come on, and bring the helmet..."<br/><br/>She led the way out through a different door, into a garage that held a Rolls Royce, a Ferrari, and, rather incongruously, a 1960 VW Beetle Classic, panted dark red with a black hood and black dots on the doors and roof. Belle ignored the cars though, instead walking out of the open garage door to where the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs.hswstatic.com%2Fgif%2F2002-harley-davidson-flstf-fat-boy-2.jpg&amp;hash=645d7995fc9d3fbd74eb184fc7ca3aba" href="https://s.hswstatic.com/gif/2002-harley-davidson-flstf-fat-boy-2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fat Boy</a>sat on the driveway, glistening in the sun. She snapped down the pillion pegs, pulled her own helmet from where it dangled from the handlebars and slipped it on, then swung herself into the saddle. "Get on..." she twisted around and patted the pillion seat behind her. "And put your helmet on, sugar. This is the only boy to ever get between my thighs!" She laughed. "Okay, see that wire dangling from your helmet?" She held her hand out, took the wire and plugged it into a socket on a small box beneath her own left thigh, where her own helmet was also plugged in. "There. you should hear me more clearly now?" Her voice would come softly from the speakers embedded in the helmet by Taz' ears. When Taz spoke, her voice would be picked up by the mike embedded in the chin-guard, and transmitted to Belle's ears.<br/><br/>"Ready?"