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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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story_codes: M/g(11), first, ink, cons

story_intro: Just barely eleven years old, Laura is a budding artist who suddenly has her first crush with Danny, a tough-looking biker who works as a tattoo artist. He takes an interest in her talent and then notices other interesting things about the young girl. When she agrees to let him draw on her with markers, the art takes form in several ways.

story_language: English









Living Canvas

Written by madvlad


For Harley

	With a relieved sigh, Laura closed her textbook and put it into her book bag along with her completed math homework. Now that the boring stuff was over, she could get onto what she really wanted. Opening a sketchbook, she began a new drawing.

	The eleven year-old had lived with her mother in the apartment complex since her parents divorced five years ago. She had long, dark brown hair that nearly reached her waist in the back and was cut in thick bangs in the front. 

	The willowy girl might have attracted the attention of the boys in her class if she had more noticeable tits, but all she had were wide, gentle swells around her still very small nipples; unlike the more pronounced, poofy mounds that several girls in her class were proudly sprouting.

	Laura stuck the tip of her tongue out from the corner of her mouth, a habit of hers while deep in concentration, as she worked on another attempt to draw a decent-looking motorcycle. It was not her normal type of subject, but her teacher had encouraged the promising student to expand and experiment with her work. And had she been asked, Laura would have blushed if she admitted the main reason she chose to sketch a Harley.

	A half hour later, the signature roar of a Harley-Davidson Softail was heard through the apartment window. Laura's heart fluttered and her stomach clenched as she picked up her sketch book and went to stand just inside her apartment door, cracking it open to watch for Danny.

	The apartment complex was divided into separate, 3-floor units with two apartments per floor. Laura and her mother were on the ground floor and Danny had moved into the other ground floor apartment a few months earlier. He was in his early twenties, with closely cropped blonde hair and several tattoos on his thick arms.

	Although he looked menacing, it was always polite to Laura and her mother. Shortly after he moved in, Laura read an article in the local paper about tattoo art and found that Danny was one of the most requested tattooists at Ink Shotz, a large and very popular tattoo emporium. The color photos in the paper were quite impressive. She liked that he was an artist, but hadn't worked up the nerve to talk to him about it yet. And lately, just thinking about him made her feel fluttery in her stomach.

	The outer door open and Danny stepped in. Laura acted like she was just leaving her apartment by chance.

	"Oh, hi," she managed to say, although she had been planning this.

	"Hey, Laura," Danny replied.

	Behind him, a buxom blonde woman came into the lobby. She had a bright red rose tattoo showing near the cleavage on her left breast and a crescent moon with a leering grin on her right boob.

	Shifting nervously from foot to foot, Laura held up the sketchbook about chest high and tried to remember what she had rehearsed.

	"Um...I saw the article about you in the paper before and I...um...well I draw too..."

	"That's nice. I love looking at drawings," Danny said as he swiveled his head and looked pointedly at the woman's chest art. "Well, nice chatting with you, uh, Laura."

	Laura squeezed the sketchbook in her fingers as he walked by. The woman looked at her and winked, also giving her a strangely sympathetic smile. Once the two had disappeared inside Danny's apartment, Laura slowly turned around and returned to hers. She could feel her cheeks and ears burning with embarrassment over her lame attempt to get Danny's attention.

	Inside Danny's apartment, the woman smacked him in the shoulder.

	"What was that for?" he asked.

	"For you being such a dick," she said, although she couldn't help but to grin.

	"What do you mean?"

	"The way you blew off that little girl - couldn't you tell she has a crush on you?"

	"No."

	"Men," the woman said, shaking her head.

	"Women," Danny drawled suggestively as he waggled his eyebrows and pawed her tits.

	The woman was giggling when they went to the bedroom.

	
Two Days Later:

	Laura was lost in thought as she sketched a squirrel that was standing still on its hind legs with its tail fluffed high in the back. There were plenty of trees and lawn areas around the complex. Suddenly, the squirrel vanished and a shadow fell over her. She looked up and saw Danny.

	"Hey, kid," he said. "I didn't mean to cut you short the other day, but I had some company."

	"Oh, I didn't want to bother you and your girlfriend."

	"Angie? She wasn't my girlfriend, she was just passing through."

	"Oh!" Laura said a little too eagerly. She realized how it came out and blushed.

	Danny grinned at her response. Although he could be tough when he had to, he was a genuinely nice guy and hated the thought of hurting a kid's feelings. He squatted beside her and motioned to her sketchbook.

	"So you said you draw?"

	"Uh huh," Laura said. "This book is just my rough sketches, I have color ones in some other books."

	"Cool. I do that too. I gotta get some things done today, but when I get back from work tomorrow, give me a knock on the door and I'd like to see your work."

	"Really? Thanks!"

	After Danny left on his bike, Laura walked back to her apartment building and never felt her feet touch the ground.

	
The next afternoon, Laura was impatiently waiting for Danny to arrive. She wanted to impress him, but wasn't sure how. Then she remembered the tattoos that last woman had.

	Blushing despite being alone, Laura blushed as she unbuttoned her blouse. She wore no bra as there really wasn't much there aside from a slight elevation in flesh. Taking a few colored pens in hand, she decided on doing a butterfly. They were easy and she had been good at drawing them for quite a long time.

	Although she had drawn on her hand plenty of times before, the feel of the ink pen on her bare chest felt much different; sort of tingly and maybe a little naughty. Using red and blue pens, she drew a small butterfly on the upper inside portion of her right chest. Her barely developed titty flesh dimpled under the tip of the pen, attenuating the touch of the ball point against her skin. For some reason, she felt warm and damp inside her vagina, like she was sweating but it was different.

	When she was done, she was pleased with the results. But she wasn't sure how much to show. She was buttoning and unbuttoning, never quite satisfied, then she heard the outer door open and close. Danny was here!

	Giving up, she buttoned her blouse, covering her drawing, and fetched her sketchbook. She left the apartment, walked the six or seven incredibly long steps, and knocked on Danny's door.

	"Hey, Laura! I just got home. Please, come in."

	Clutching her sketchbook to her chest, she followed him into the apartment. Drawings of his on large sheets of paper were haphazardly taped all over the walls.

	"This is so cool!" she sighed.

	"Ah, they just come and go as I come up with new stuff. Come here; we can sit at the table."

	He gave Laura a can of coke while he popped open a beer. They chatted a little bit before Laura asked him why he chose to do tattoos.

	"I don't know if I want to do them forever. I like it and all, but to have stuff in a gallery would be awesome. Of course, the cool thing about tats is that they're not hanging on a wall. People are wearing your art for everyone to see. It's so cool to see how they react when they look at on themselves for the first time."

	"I'd be scared that they wouldn't like it," Laura admitted.

	"If people aren't sure or if they just want a temporary tat, I can use this brand of fine tip, indelible markers. The tat will last for about ten days before it fades or smears - or they can use a special soap that washes it instantly. You'd be amazed at the number of people who come in for the temps right before a high school reunion."

	"That would be fun to try," Laura said before blushing, thinking that she'd been too forward.

	Danny motioned to her sketchbook.

	"Can I take a look?"

	Laura held her breath as she handed him a book of her color drawings. Danny hadn't looked at very many before he let out a long, slow whistle. He had thought he was just humoring the kid, but she was really good. Objectively, he knew he hadn't been that good until he was in high school.

	"Man, these are impressive. Who teaches you?"

	"Miss Andrus at school and I went to art camp last summer. On Saturdays, there are gifted kids art classes at the design school. I can't go this week because my mom has to work all day at the office for some big project."

	"Stick with it," Danny said. "I mean it. If this is your passion, you've got the talent to go a long way with it."

	Shyly, Laura ducked her head and raised her shoulders at the praise. When her shoulders dropped and she raised her head, her blouse shifted enough to show Danny a flash of color.

	"What have you got there?" he asked.

	"Huh? Oh!" 

	Looking down, Laura realized he must have seen her butterfly. Her face turned beet read as she tried to explain.

	"It tried to make a tattoo for your with pens, but I...it was stupid."

	"Nah, it's okay. It's my medium of work, you know. Let me see."

	Laura nervously unfastened a button and tried to pull her blouse open to just show him enough skin to see her tattoo. But she had undone the second one from the top instead. Blushing even more fiercely, she unbuttoned the top and pulled her blouse open. Too late, she realized that she had left the next button down undone and would up flashing Danny much more than she had intended.

	Danny caught it all - the butterfly; the pink, little girlish nipple; and the shallow curve on her chest that was barely noticeable. To Danny's surprise, his cock sprang to life and he was glad they were seated at the table.

	"Sorry," Laura squeaked as she fumbled at the buttons with her fingers.

	"It's okay. I work on a lot of women in those places, among others. I've seen it all. And by the way, that was a nice butterfly."

	Laura giggled and looked up. Suddenly, Danny was picking out all of the details about her he found attractive - her smooth red lips and her flashes of white teeth; the clear, creamy complexion of her skin; the way her nose twitched when she giggled. And he wanted to see her prepubescent breast - no, both of them - again. And so much more. He knew he wanted her, but now was not the time.

	"You know what I've always wanted to do?" he asked.

	"What?"

	"I want to do a woman's entire body in tattoos. It would be so cool; like a mural or a landscape on a living, moving canvas."

	"Wow."

	They sat in silence, each wondering what to say next. Then something Laura had said sprang into Danny's mind.

	"You're mom is working this Saturday, right?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Are you going to be home alone?"

	"Yes, I'm old enough to be by myself."

	"How about if you come over and I can do your body with those pens I was telling you about. We wouldn't have time to do everything, but I could do your front and a little more beyond that. And I'll give you the soap to wash it off with afterward."

	"Would I have to be...um...naked and stuff?" Laura asked as she felt that peculiar trickling sensation in her sex again.

	"Yeah, but most artists work with nudes. It's a beautiful thing and I bet you'd be perfect."

	Laura's face flushed again. He wanted her to be nude and thought she'd be beautiful! For a girl of barely eleven who had given no thought to romance before, this was powerful stuff. She found herself nodding back at him.

	"Great! I'll see you around eight. Is that okay?"

	"Yes," Laura barely managed to say.

	Danny led her to the door and watched as she walked to her apartment. His eyes quickly locked onto her denim skirt and how her buttocks bounced beneath them as she moved. Saturday would be a long two days away.

	
At eight o'clock sharp on Saturday, Laura was at Danny's door. She was wearing a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants when he ushered her inside. She stopped and gawked at what she saw.

	"Why is your motorcycle in here?" she asked.

	"For project I was doing. We can fire it up later, if you want."

	"Won't it be too loud?

	"Nah. The Jacobsons upstairs are gone this weekend. You don't mind if the Harley watches you get inked, do you?"

	Laura giggled at his joke.

	"Nope. But where will we..."

	"Over here," Danny said, pointing to a narrow cushioned table. "This is what I use if I have to do some work outside the parlor."

	Laura suddenly became very quiet, twisting the hem of her t-shirt in her hands as she looked at the table. She knew she would have to get undressed, but was very self-conscious. Anticipating this, Danny held up a white sheet. 

	"I'll leave the room while you get your clothes off," he explained. Then lie face down on the table. You can cover as much as you want with the sheet and I'll only remove it where I need to work."

	This was welcome news to Laura. After Danny went his bedroom, she removed her clothes and set them on the couch. Taking the sheet, she got onto the table and covered herself from her neck to her feet and called to Danny.

	"Are you ready?" he asked.

	After Laura nodded, Danny carefully folded the sheet down until her back was bared all the way down to where the swell of her buttocks were just beginning. Danny opened his box of markers and started at one shoulder blade. 

	"I'm just going to do some scroll work and stuff on your back," he said in a low voice as he concentrated on his handiwork. "I'd like to do more, but I'd rather not since it would be rushed. I'll do a little plant life maybe toward the bottom, okay?"

	"Uh huh."

	Danny moved deliberately but efficiently, gently pressing with his fingers and widening them to keep the skin he was coloring taut. Laura wondered if this was what a massage must be like. It was very relaxing, but she was also excited.

	Danny could tell Laura was no longer tense as he worked on her back. As he drew high up on her rib cage, the designed curved around the side toward her front. When his fingers moved further, he could feel the thin resilient padding that marked the beginning of one breast. Although his cock began to stiffen, he went no further. It was not yet time.

	He moved down her back, working things in here and there until he had finished with her lower back. Laura sucked in a sharp breath as Danny moved the sheet down from her buttocks to the tops of her thighs.

	Danny surveyed the fleshy young hills of the preteen's rump. They were full yet nicely compact. In short, the eleven year-old had a damn fine-looking ass. He stroked a section with his fingers, feeling the warmth of her smooth flesh as he applied more ink.

	"You have wonderful skin," he said to Laura, hoping to distract her. 

	"Thanks," she said from where her face was tucked in the crook of her arm. 

	Having worked on bodies his entire adult life, Danny could read them very well and was gratified to see Laura losing the tenseness she had gained when her butt was uncovered. She was getting quite used to his working on her rear end. 

	As he worked on the lower inside of one cheek, Danny spied there the smooth flesh went between the girl's slightly parted legs. The cleft from her ass became one of a different body part and he could see the twin bulges of her smooth pussy lips beginning to form. He licked his dry lips and returned his energies to her other buttock. When he was done with his ass work, Danny slid the sheet back up over Laura's luscious young curves and asked her to turn over.

	"Could I cover my chest?" she asked.

	"That's where I'm going to next," Danny said in an even voice although he was hoping she wasn't going to try to back out of this. Taking a chance, he offered to stop if she didn't want to go any further.

	Laura's heart was pounding as she seriously considered ending everything right there. But she didn't want to leave Danny. On the other hand, no one but her mom and the doctor had seen her bare chest since she was a toddler. And now she was just starting to get a little something there. It wasn't much - in fact it was completely missed when covered by a shirt - but they were hers.

	"No," Laura answered after a pause. "I don't want to stop. I'm just a little scared, I guess. I'm sorry."

	"Don't be," Danny replied, feeling suddenly magnanimous with his string of luck continuing. "Plenty of women are nervous about it the first time. But like I said before, your body is a piece of art that I'm just adding to."

	"Is it okay if I keep my eyes closed?" Laura pleaded.

	"Sure. I want you to be comfortable."

	With her eyes squeezed shut, Laura rolled over, grateful that Danny held the sheet so that she remained covered below the waist. Once she was settled on her back, she could feel a slight breeze in the room and how it seemed to concentrate on her barely developing bosom, making every part of it seem to tingle with its light caresses. Her nipples stiffened from the acute stimulation.

	"Very good," Danny said in a huge understatement.

	There were the immature swellings of the child's first approach to womanhood. The flat pads of flesh were so slight that they couldn't even be seen at every angle. Danny's fingers were shaking as he placed the pads of his digits on one incredibly smooth breast and pressed the skin so he could resume drawing. 

	Laura swallowed hard as she felt a man's touch on her breast for the first time. The cool strokes of the pen seared like lightning strokes through her nerves. And then she felt that queer hot water sensation deep in her sex again. She had received some very basic sex education as to where babies came from and where strange men weren't supposed to touch (like where Danny was touching now! she thought naughtily), but nothing prepared her for the moisture and trembling that was beginning to bubble from within.

	She took slow, careful breaths both to calm her and to make it easier for Danny to paint her body. Everything was going well until he changed pens and began coloring her nipple. Laura's eyes popped open and she couldn't help giggling as she saw her pink nip turning purple.

	"Hey, no peeking if you're going to move around like that," Danny playfully chided.

	Laura closed her eyes but could not contain her wide grin.

	"Why are you turning me purple there?" 

	"Because purple nipples are the hottest style right now. I think they came up with it in Paris."

	Danny had to wait until Laura was done laughing before he could continue. Lunch time came and went without either of them wanting to stop. He filled the little girl's chest and belly with scenery from a fantasy forest. When he was mostly done with two figures on her waist, he pulled the sheet down to her thighs.

	"Oh," said Laura softly as her cunny was exposed. But she kept her eyes closed. This was so very grown up and she had no idea what to do. If Danny wanted to color her THERE, she hoped she could handle it.

	Danny was glad that Laura's eyes were closed so that she couldn't see the look of pure lust on his face. With other women, he had seen and fucked pussies with all kinds of hair and piercings, shaving and waxing, and a few tattoos. But this eleven year-old's pussy, was nothing but hairless and clean in its innocence. Even if he managed to take her virginity, it would still retain a unique purity to it.

	Placing one hand on her inner thigh, he stroked the side of her mound with his thumb, relishing the tender smoothness there. The round edges of her bald labia clung tightly together like the doors to a sacred shrine. It was this that confirmed his artistic vision and with pen in hand, he began to alter the child's sex. 

	
"We're done," he said softly.

	Laura opened her eyes and blinked. She felt as if she had been dreaming about the feathery touches in her special area as she was taken to the clouds. But she was in Danny's living room.

	Helping her off the table, he took her to one corner of the room where he had set two full-length mirrors on the walls and propped a third against a chair, producing the effect of a dressing room's mirrors. Danny's hard-on ached as he watched the preteen gaze at her slender and colorfully inked figure from all sides. 

	Classical scrollwork and garlands of flowers adorned her backside. The lilies on her rump seemed to have their petals open suggestively to the bees poised above them. Laura nearly forgot to breathe as she drank in the tableau on her body. 

	Slowly turning, she saw how the front of her had been transformed and gasped in wonder. On her left breast, her once-pink nipple was now a purplish red berry or perhaps a grape clutched in the beak of a raven. The raven's tongue was pressed against the side of her nipple as if tasting the exotic fruit.

	On her other breast, a scantily dressed gypsy woman languidly rubbed her hands over a crystal ball. The ball was Laura's other nipple, now coated with an opal-like white. The wetness in the girl's vagina grew more pronounced as she saw how her nipples were being used. 

	On her belly was a backdrop of trees with nymphs and satyrs gathered in twos. Something in Laura's pussy sprung like a splitting violin wire when she realized that the satyrs were having sex with the dainty nymphs in a variety of positions. The heavy cocks of the satyrs looked too thick for the smaller nymphs, but each one of the forest females had a look of utter contentment on their faces. 

	A closer look showed the nymphs to be young girls about her age. Laura's cunny trembled on the inside.

	On her waist an angel and a winged demon were flying horizontally. Both were smiling as they reached down, each cupping a hand on Laura's now golden pussy lips with their finger disappearing into her modest slit. And agent of Heaven and an agent of Hell were joining together to open her sex. Laura clenched her cunny muscles as if trying to keep from peeing, although the liquid within was not that kind.

	"It's all so beautiful," she whispered.

	"You're so beautiful," Danny answered. 

	"I wish they were tattoos because I'd like to keep them forever."

	"If you want, I can take pictures - just for you and me."

	Laura nodded.

	"I'd like that," she said.

	Immediately after that, she was shocked by her desire to be photographed naked. But no, she wanted to capture this moment forever. Still, for a normally demure little girl to suddenly want her painted and nude body recorded was a huge step. She felt that the ink that was wrapped around her young body was somehow setting her free.

	Danny took over fifty pictures from every angle; full body shots and close-ups. Then he paused and beckoned her to follow him.

	"How about some pictures of a totally hot biker babe?" he offered, pointing to his Harley.

	"Is that all right?" Laura asked.

	"I think a Harley was made for cute tattooed girls. And this particularly Harley would love to have a young one like you."

	Laura let him pick him up and place her on the seat. It was so wide that she had to spread her legs. The black leather of the seat made her bald, colored pussy stand out as she was photographed again. Then he had her lean forward and take hold of the handlebars. As she did so, he started the bike, letting the rumbles course through the child's compact body. Her slim form looked both adorable and sexy as she bent at the waist, stretching the flowers on her bottom. Her tiny breasts looked slightly more noticeable as they poked down from her chest. The soft, preadolescent tit-meat jiggled with the machine's vibrations.

	After more pictures, Danny took a pillow and placed it between the handlebars. As he helped her turn around so she could lie backward along the length of the bike, both noticed the wet spot on the seat where her crotch had been pressing.

	"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Laura exclaimed. "I didn't mean to do it and I don't know what it happened. All this stuff is making me...I don't know."

	"I know. They are making you ready."

	"Ready for what?"

	"Do you trust me?"

	"Yes."

	"Then I'll show you soon."

	As Laura lay back, Danny captured her again with the camera. Her smooth, painted lines and curves went quite well with those of the machine. Taking a few shots from behind the bike, Danny zoomed in and took a few more of Laura's hairless golden pussy leaking its arousal onto the seat. 

	When Danny put the camera down, Laura closed her eyes and let the thrumming machine radiate its power through her body. She felt the bike shift and opened her eyes to see Danny, now naked, climbing on. He took one of her legs and lifted it so he could settle into the back of the seat. When he let her leg down, she was now straddling him.

	Laura's eyes widened at the sight of Danny's erect maleness. As he adjusted his position, the warm shaft now touched her virgin cuntlet. Taking her thighs in his strong hands, Danny caressed her slender limbs and slowly spread them. Laura's blood was roaring in her head. Was he going to do that thing to her? She barely knew anything about sex, but here she was on a motorcycle about to do this mysterious act.

	"Don't be frightened," Danny said as he looked into Laura's shimmering eyes. "This will be so right."

	"I've never done this before," Laura apologized. "I don't even know what to do."

	"Shh. It's alright. I'll do all of the work."

	Danny pressed himself into the youngster's twat, making her hairless lips spread as though the angel and the demon had finally succeeded in their mission. Both he and Laura could feel the resistance of her membrane. The eleven year-old tried to press with her pelvis; instinct telling her that this barrier must be broken. 

	Danny pushed forward and Laura tried to cry out as her maidenhead gave in, but her throat constricted and only a strangled sound came forth as the little girl surrendered her virginity. As quickly as the pain had come, it was now faded as the special place that Laura never used suddenly became the center of her being. 

	The force of Danny's cock was pushing into her and pushing things sideways. Laura gladly felt herself slipping into her sex, feeling the strength of the maleness that was partaking of her virgin body.

	The Harley rumbled as if it was enjoying it part in turning a little girl onto the path toward womanhood. Danny was empathetic to his machine. He watched as he moved inside his preteen lover, making her body shift with every stroke in and out. The way her belly undulated made the nymphs and satyrs come to life, creating an orgy of ink and flesh between the real and the fantastical. Everything he had fantasized about the girl was true, from her erotically decorated body on the outside to how her young pussy squeezed his cock one wet, beautiful inch at a time. 

	Laura jolted and bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with shock. Danny could feel the reaction inside of her and knew the little girl was about to learn what an orgasm was. Laura released her lip and flung her head back as her entire body trembled from the force generated in her sex. 

	As she came down from her climax, she felt Danny's cock erupt. Danny growled as his sperm entered the eleven year-old's virgin womb. Laura whimpered in awe as she received his offering.

	When Danny was done, he pulled Laura up so that she was seated in his lap with her legs around his waist. He cupped his hands under her rear, holding her that way as they kissed. She was delighted to find how tongues could be used and happily played this adult game like the young girl she was. Her nipples stiffened as she pressed them against the tight curls for hair on Danny's chest.

	After a while, Danny's cock, which had softened but had remained inside Laura, began to harden and elongate, making the child's cunny tightly expand again. Breaking the kiss, Laura looked up at him with questioning eyes. Danny grinned back.

	"Are you ready for another motorcycle ride, my little muse?"

	Laura smiled and nodded, letting Danny help her lie back so they could once more make love atop the motorcycle.

	
When they were done, Laura seemed to revert to the shy little girl she was before. Taking the sheet from the table, she wrapped herself in it and gave Danny a cute little smile.

	"Can I leave the pictures on for a few days?" she asked. 

	"Absolutely. They won't fade or smear for about ten days, but I'll give you a bottle of the soap so you can wash it off whenever you want."

	"Thanks. I just need to clean up a little right now down...there."

	Laura blushed as she said it, but Danny only nodded, not wanting her to be embarrassed.

	While Laura was in the bathroom, Danny shut off the bike, got dressed and took a towel to clean the puddle from the seat. He got most of it when he noticed a few drops of blood from where Laura's pussy had been.

	Rather than wiping it off, he used his thumb to work the blood into the grain of the leather, sanctifying his machine with the harvest from the child's virginity.

	When Laura reappeared, she said she had to go as her mother would be home soon. A glance at the clock confirmed this for Danny. They shared a quick kiss on the mouth before Laura turned to go. Stopping, she turned around and kissed him again, this time darting her tongue in and out of his mouth before she moved away. The little girl smiled and blushed at her actions and scampered to the door.

	"Danny? Can I ride your motorcycle again some time?"

	"Anytime you want."

	Laura waved with a wiggle of her fingers and slipped out the door. Danny turned to address his bike.

	"I hope you don't mind me speaking for you, old friend."

	The Harley's engine ticked happily as it cooled.


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