Kyle closes his eyes briefly as he luxuriates in the feel of beautiful woman pressed tightly against his back and her arms wrapped around his body. Smiles and thinks,<em>“Gawd, it has been far too long since I’ve had a woman ride with me.”</em>He slowly gives the big motorcycle some gas and eases off the clutch gently putting it into motion and slowly increasing speed. He says over his shoulder just loud enough to be heard, “It is powered by burning a highly combustible fuel we call gasoline. I expect our supply of this will run out before very long, but while it is still available I intend to use it and tonight I’m just not going to worry about. With some modification it could be made to use alcohol but not as well. I’m sure we will find some way to keep our machines running.”<br/><br/>After a short distance when Kyle is sure Giselle is as settled and as comfortable as she is going to get, he opens it up and soon has the bike is traveling in excess of 80 miles per hour. He takes a more roundabout way to the Raligh residence so that even with his excess speed the police should arrive at the scene first. Even though coming in from the opposite direction, Kyle and Giselle pull into the drive just behind the police car. Bringing the bike to a gentle stop he sees the police officer putting the car in park at the same time he is putting down the kickstand.<br/><br/>Looking around Kyle does not see anything out of place. He does however smell the distinctive odor of a recently fired gun. Fortunately he cannot pick up any scent of blood. He turns off the engine and removes the key. He waits until the police get out of their car to climb off his Harley. Seeing as he is only there as a favor and they are the officials, he follows them up to the door expecting Giselle to be either right behind him or at his side.