"Why do you have to say mean things like that?" she demanded. "I'm wearing this 'cause it's so darn hot, and you know it! The way you're going on is just as dumb as your not letting me come along to the motorcycle shows anymore, or not letting me go riding on the back of your bike."

Verne bristled, his ordinarily even temper rising. "I can't stand the way the guys at the track give you the eye, Sandi. You're my woman now, and I don't ever want you to forget it!"

"Oh, they don't mean anything… they're just looking at me. What's so bad about that? They don't try to talk to me or anything 'cause they know I'm your wife. Really, Verne, please let me come along with you again. Let me come to Kansas with you next week! I get so worried sitting back home alone thinking that you might have an accident or something and I won't be there to take care of you."

"Never had an accident yet," the young husband boasted. "And you know you like those guys looking at you. Well, I'm not putting up with it! You're damn well not coming out to Kansas, or anywhere else! Larry told me about the way you were leading that blond guy on at that show in Baleton, remember?"

"All I did was smile at him once, just to be friendly. He didn't seem to have any friends and he looked lonely, just like I was. You… you act like I was thinking dirty things or something!"

Hot tears sprang up in her amber-tinted eyes as she defended herself, and her voice began to tremble with an indignation heightened by the twinge of guilt she'd felt at the mention of the handsome blond youth. Of course she'd never even dreamed of doing anything wrong – hadn't so much as spoken to him – yet she could still remember the delicious little forbidden thrill that had surged through her when she'd sensed the stranger's eyes staring up to where she sat perched on the back of Verne's powerful black cycle. Her widespread thighs and barely covered buttocks had been openly revealed to the youth whenever the wind lifted her short skirt, and wicked though it was she'd enjoyed his obvious admiration.