She scratched her head, still feeling the weight of her helmet there, then rubbed her neck again.<br/>Her shoulders were aching from the long treck she's had, just putting as much distance as she could away from the crap which seemed to be her life at the moment.<br/><br/>"Women trouble?...... Can sympathise with that one.....well, mine's a man but the same thing really..."<br/><br/>She finished her drink and picked up her helmet.<br/><br/>"Well love love to stay and chat but I'm knackered and all I want is a bath and bed, map says there's a motel up the road, so I'm heading that way."<br/><br/>