<strong>Francesca "Frankie" Satriale</strong><br/><br/>"<em>Excuse</em>me?" I said sharply to our blonde guest. "Did you just say I vandalized your bike? That's a fucking<em>lie</em>, and you know it. Sucks to have a flat and all, but don't blame me for your problems. So apologize.<em>Now</em>. And finish your fucking beer."<br/><br/>The blonde Brit was really pissing me off. I could tell she was pissing off Shannon, too. I'd thought that we'd just mess with her a bit when she first came into the bar - maybe scare her enough so she'd wet herself, slap her around, and then send her off crying to Mummy and Daddy ... but that didn't seem like enough anymore. I wanted to have some<em>real</em>fun with this stuck-up cunt.<br/><br/>I saw Pat coming out of the restroom. She was grinning like the cat who just fucked the canary.<em>Oh, right, Amy,</em>I thought, smirking.<em>The redhead who's so good at giving head ... no wonder Pat's smiling.</em><br/><br/>I waved to Pat, and pulled up a stool for her. "Hey hon," I said, "meet our brand new friend Christine. She loves bikes. Isn't that right, sweetie?" I reached over and patted Christine's hand. "She rides a 250 Ninja-R back home, she says. And she wants to hang out with a bunch of biker chicks just like her and have some fun."<br/><br/>I lit up a new cigarette, and watched Pat. If she wanted English to leave, that was her call. But somehow ... I took a long drag and grinned.<br/><br/><em>Pat's going to want to have some fun with this one</em>, I thought.