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away. I didn't know if he was speaking to me or Peter, but I didn't care. Dex could fume all he wanted. I had already told him that he wasn't going to win me over. He couldn't lay claim to me like I was a piece of property and forbid me from flirting with any other men. I had free will. And even though he seemed to enjoy being the dictator in this group of bikers, they had free will as well. Peter didn't seem to care either.
    “Why are you even part of this gang?” I asked Peter as we walked hand and hand to a bench over by the side of the mostly empty parking lot.
    “I guess I didn't know what I was getting into,” Peter replied. “I liked bikes, I wanted to do something fun and cool, and Dex made me all sorts of promises that he didn't keep.”
    “Like what?” I asked, curious to learn more about Dex's dark side. But Peter just shook his head in response.
    “I wanted more than this. I tried to talk to some of the guys, get them to see that Dex was leading the group all wrong. But they ignored me and just kept reciting the Night Rider code to me like it was somehow magical or something. Said Dex would stay in charge. You should be careful around him. Bet he didn't tell you about where we are going or what he is bringing with us.”
    “And what is that?” I asked sharply.
    “Oh, I don't know,” Peter said defensively. “It isn't like I'm privy to all the details. But I can tell you for sure we aren't headed to a convention.”
    I felt like he knew more than he was letting on, but decided not to push it. It was nice to finally have someone friendly near me and I didn't want to piss him off.
    Peter sighed, and then wrapped his arm around me again. “At least I got something Dex wanted,” he said with a chuckle and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, our mouths pressing together and keeping the chilly night air at bay. We sat there together for a long time, before I finally felt myself fighting a yawn. I was tired and sore and it had been a long day on the road. I knew that tomorrow wasn't going to be any easier.
    “I should probably head to bed,” I finally said apologetically through a yawn. “But thanks for talking to me. See you tomorrow?” Peter smiled at me.
    “Sure, I'll walk you up to your room.” We said good night at my door and I closed it behind me, finally feeling some peace. Maybe this strange trip wouldn't end up being a total disaster. I had met Peter, who, despite being part of the Night Riders, seemed to be everything I was looking for in a guy.
    I walked over to the dirty little bathroom and looked at myself in the streaked mirror. My hair was a mess from the wind and my helmet and my skin and clothes were covered in a layer of grime. I looked like a badass, or possibly just a degenerate, but definitely nothing like Sarah, the sweet and wholesome school teacher. Which one was the real me? I wondered. Am I an adventurer or a homebody? I still wasn't even sure how this whirlwind had started and how I had let myself end up here. I sighed and turned on the shower. The water only came out in a small stream, but it felt warm and comforting against my skin. I rubbed off the grime and watched the water change from a greyish color to clear as I finally rinsed out the last of the day's dirt from my hair and fingernails. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Going through my bag, I realized that I hadn't packed my sleep clothes in the hurry the night before. I slipped into a pair of panties and a clean t-shirt instead.
    I was totally exhausted by the time I hit the bed. I didn't have time to lay awake thinking about my future or any of the questions that I had been pushing aside. Instead, sleep overtook me almost instantly. I was dreaming of being a child again and running around with my friends in the cornfields, pretending that we were exploring some newly discovered jungle when I jolted awake.
    The room was still dark, but I could sense that I was not alone. The