Oh wow. If thats how she squealed when she was excited, imagine what would happen with a thumb up her ass. Maybe she could try finding one of her old buddies in the circuits. Loan her a dirt bike, restore it to working order. If she played her cards right, she could put a leash on her. Wait, did she even own a leash? Was she trying to nibble through a leather riding jacket?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Sooner than you might think."</span>Max said, and indicated the street ahead with a nod. A brick building with a red neon sign sat ahead, the glowing image of a barrel of oil on fire. Half the reason they never had an actual sign with words was how well the current one worked. The other half was they could never keep enough spare funds to afford one.<br/><br/>Max kept going full ahead toward the sidewalk. Their was a sharp bump as the bike went up the sidewalk, up the dirt on the side and then came down into the parking lot. The impact in the shocks was just as telling as if it had been in Maxine's own teeth. Probably for the best she'd had them overhauled to handle the sort of hell she got into.<br/><br/>The ride came to a slow but inevitable end near one of the dimming lamp posts. Maxine reached into the side bag and produced a chain to lash the bike safely in place for the time being.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Going to guess you don't want to stay here chained to the bike. Yet."</span>