After an hour of looking after the shop Libra turned off the electronic 'Open' sign, collected the ferrets, and headed to the groccery store. She took the keys off the table and pulled on her leather jacket, then went out through the back door of the shop. She flipped on the light switch in the garage/loading dock in the rear of the store and found her bike, a custom Victory Motorsports Tour Classic, it's ornate silver trim framed a beautifull rendering of a dove. When she turned the key over she shuddered with a thrill of adrenalline, the wide silver cruiser purred a soft rumble as the engine warmed.
She punched the buton that opened the big loading door before her and softly rolled the throttle feeling a flush of life surge through the bike as it began to glide slowly forward.
Chapter 13 End
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