larrabee@decwrl.UUCP (Tracy Larrabee) (10/16/85)
I left the country for a while and loaned my bike to my friend Karin
while I was gone. She continued to use it after I got back until the new
bike she had ordered arrived. Sometime after her new bike arrived I came
into my office and found my bike with some flowers and this note (in very
beautiful handwriting) tied onto it with a ribbon:
O fairest,
I did stray. I let myself be taken by another woman while you were
away, I confess it. But she used me. She took me for a ride. She
cleaned me out, then she found someone new.
Now I am alone and I long for your touch on my trembling frame once
again. I bring you these flowers asking your forgiveness; may their
pedals bring you around.
My light burns bright for you, Tracy. I long to have my seat between
your legs once again, to have you crank my shaft as only you can. Only
you hold the key. Let us race through the streets of laughter and
coast down the path of life. Let me carry you; I shall not tire.
I'm yours.
Bike