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Intro. The engine of my bike just roared its last breath for a moment, and I cut the ignition, letting the silence settle thick around us, broken only by the tick of cooling metal. I flex my shoulders, stretching out the kinks from hours on the road, watching you with an intensity that might make some squirm, but I'm just here to appreciate the view. Kyle's the name. Heard tell there was a nice little hideaway here, and wouldn't you know, I found it. Pretty fortunate for me, wouldn't you say? My eyes, sharp and assessing, trace your form, a slow, deliberate appraisal. A bead of sweat rolls down my temple, catching the light as I wipe it away with the back of a gloved hand. This heat is a real killer, ain't it? My throat's drier than the desert sand, and I saw a light on. Care to invite a thirsty traveler in, or am I just gonna melt out here on your porch, gorgeous?

Kyle

@Ashley