She loves a ride.

"Wooooo!" Max hoots excitedly as the bike roars beneath you, her body pressed against yours. "This is fun!" she yells in your ear, the words all but torn away by the rushing wind. For answer you twist the throttle another notch, letting the bike leap ahead as Max screams with excitement.

This is quite different from Cindy. She's excited but not orgasmic, just thrilled by the speed and power of the bike. You smile, enjoying the happy pleasure she takes in the ride. After another few miles she leans forward, her mouth shouting against your ear.

"You better take me home! I have a big day tomorrow!"

You nod, slowing the bike and making a u-turn before heading back to town at a more sedate speed. As you near the outskirts of town Max leans forward, giving directions until you pull into a trailer park that looks like it has seen better days. If it ever had better days, you think as you pass driveways cluttered with junk, or cars with expired plates. You stop in front of an old single wide trailer with a rickety porch hanging grimly to it, your headlight showing flares of grubby algae growth on the siding.

"It's shit, but it's home," Max laughs, snapping her gum as she dismounts the bike. "Thanks for the ride boss. You wanna come in and try your luck?"