I moved in with my boyfriend in a cheap highway motel. At age nineteen, I thought I knew just about all there was to know about sex. We had a decent relationship, not the greatest, but sex every night, you know, the same old shit. Very little foreplay and right to it. He had no patience for me but expected me to have it for him.

I watched people come and go at the motel. We rented a small efficiency which wasn't too bad, but it had an adjoining door without a lock which at times concerned me since my boyfriend had a habit of leaving me for days at a time by myself without transportation. The hotel was on a busy highway and far enough away from home for me to walk anywhere except the 7-11 next door. I certainly didn't have the comforts of home living here while my boyfriend was out getting laid or selling drugs. There was a busy night club across the highway that was packed every night. I could heard the music blaring while I sat in the room alone watching TV.

Three days had passed and he didn't come home. I watched and listened nervously to the loud ruckus from the room next to ours. A day before my boyfriend left again, a bunch of bikers moved in. I thought they'd stay for the night and leave the next day, but that didn't happen. They watched my comings and goings when I would leave to walk over to the 7-11.

Always staring at me when I walked which made me very uneasy. I could feel their eyes burning into my back. The biggest guy always blatantly stood outside waiting for me with a beer in hand. Every bit of six feet five inches tall and three-hundred pounds of solid muscle. Was I afraid? Yeah, you bet I was. But I had to continue with my brave facade and simply walk right past them.

He had a long gray/black beard that reached his chest and he kept his long grayish black hair bound in a ponytail. His jeans were tight fitting and he always wore the same Harley Davidson t-shirt with a picture of a naked girl on the front of it. He smiled at me as I came close to the door then put my bags on the ground so I could open the door with the key.

"How ya doin' honey? Where's your man? I ain't seen him lately," he said gulping down his beer then crushing the can with the greatest of ease between his thick fingers.