Tonight would be your first time on a motorcycle, and, needless to say, you were nervous. Jason seemed nice enough; you'd met at a bar the other night, and he asked if you wanted to do something another night, not that night. So maybe he's not trying to get in your pants.

The rev of the engine echoed down the street as you emerged from your door, coming face to face with the same man from the bar, a red biker helmet perched upon his head.

"You ready?" A smirk was visible beneath his visor.