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The walk to his bike was a long one for Ben. The times had been a mixture of pleasant, but also very trying. While his days were filled with more fun thanks to a lovely young lady in his life, his bitchy ex was driving him to the limits of his mental endurance. Carol was not willing to lose Rochelle and the child support payments, so her lawyer decided to string Ben along in court. With his lawyer dismissing motion after motion, Ben was getting more and more annoyed with things. He loved his daughter to death and would do anything for her regardless of cost, but even she knew it was a rising toll for her sake.
Each new appeal by his wife was costing him hundreds of dollars to keep his case strong. He didn’t mind the payments for Rochelle, but his anger with her mother was coming to a boiling point. Since Leta and Carol had gotten into it in his apartment the nasty calls had stopped, but Carol was going after him in other ways. While it was also costing her, it was a small price to pay to get back at Ben.
Ben’s life to that point, aside from the shit with Carol, had taken some positive strides. Aside from having a new girlfriend in his life, Ben’s garage had hit pay dirt. The bike they made for the collector was as near a perfect build as they could make. The high bars and great engine made the bike ride hard, and showed a lot of character in the flow and frame. Ben and the guys delivered the bike to the collector and he almost fainted at how well the build had gone. The guys had huge smiles when they pocketed almost twelve thousand each. The normal pay out of ten was what they expected, but the buyer was so thrilled he gave them a large bonus.
Ben’s other job was also going well. He was working long hours still, but every other night he had a visitor who would cheer him up to no end. Leta had a habit of timing her visits just right so that she would make it on his lunch hour., she also had a way of showing up as he was getting ready to leave and they could spend some time together before she had to go to work. Over the weeks they had evolved in their relationship as well. Rochelle had grown a bit more comfortable with her and that made Ben relax a lot. Their sex life was also something that Ben was enjoying, a lot. Leta was everything that Carol never was for him, she was freedom.
Their relationship had it’s ups and downs as a few times they had a disagreement of minor things, but they hashed it out like civilized folk. Leta knew that a guy like Ben was a once in a life time find. Ben also knew that Leta was something special in his life, and he wanted to keep her in it. The compromises they made actually was the first step in a great time. As the trial date loomed near Ben and Leta decided to try and make something special of a rare thing. Leta actually had an opportune three day weekend off. Ben also had the time off, so he decided to make it something she would never forget.
On the Wednesday the week before the long weekend Ben called a meeting of his club. The group had been chomping at the bit to do a run to the shore, but since the hurricane had damaged a lot of the place they had to find a new place to go. They had almost hashed out a plan, when a nasty fire devastated the area. The guys all knew they had sacrificed a lot to help before, so the time to step up for them was now. They all got a wild notion to just go down to the shore and have a rally of the locals to help with the new recovery efforts. The vote for the run was unanimous. The next weekend they would go out and the majority of the club would be there. Ben had a huge smile on his face as the meeting came to a close. The majority of his forty brothers would be going south with him, and he also had a few new brothers to initiate into the ranks. The party they had was a good one and after it was done the officers of the club went to work on the particulars.
Ben went home after the party and a surprise was waiting for him. As he pulled his bike into the parking lot he saw Leta’s car in the guest spot. He grinned as he maneuvered his bike into the spot by his apartment and killed the engine. He got off the bike and took off his helmet and bandanna. Ben was still in his club colors and jeans as he strolled up. His black vest and white patches on it was a sight to see. While not an outlaw biker himself, Ben knew very well of them. A long time ago he did run with that crowd, and a few of them still tried to pull him back in. the reasons he didn’t were simple; he was a father now and was too old for that life anymore. As he walked towards his apartment he was greeted by a curious sound coming from within. He knew that Rochelle was home and obviously Leta had come, but the music that was playing was something he would never had thought Rochelle would listen istanbul escort to.
The sounds of Salsa music playing from the laptop on the couch greeted him as he opened the door. In the middle of the room was a barefoot Rochelle being drilled by Leta who was taking the lead of the dance. Ben chuckled as he watched his long legged daughter trying to dance with the diminutive woman. He stood silently in the doorway for a while and just watched as they danced and Leta admonished her for missteps. Leta and Rochelle were so lost in the routine they didn’t even notice Ben had entered the room. Ben leaned against the wall and was entertained by them for the rest of the song.
As the song came to an end Rochelle was laughing as she went back to the chair. Leta was still in the mood to dance and as she did a turn she saw Ben standing there arms crossed and a huge grin on his face.
“Maybe we should show her how to do it right, papi,” Leta purred and danced her way up to Ben.
Rochelle’s eyes turned to see her dad being pulled away from the wall, then they bulged. The shock of all shocks was how well her dad was dancing with the smaller woman. What Rochelle didn’t know was that they had gone dancing a lot and Leta made it her priority to make Ben a good dancer. Ben, to his credit, was as good as he could be with his great partner. Leta was the one who really led, but Ben also made her laugh with a well timed move here and there.
The show went on for a few more minutes, then as the song ended both laughed and sat down. Leta plopped in his lap and curled under his big arms as he wrapped them about her.
“You see honey, your dad still has it,” Ben chuckled.
Rochelle’s eyes rolled at her dad’s comment.
“Yeah, but only cause she held your hand the whole time,” Rochelle bit back and Leta laughed.
“I held yours too Meja, but he still did better,” Leta retorted and Ben snorted out a laugh.
Rochelle gave a sour look to Leta, but it was not enough to stop her dad from laughing. The jovial mood was enhanced more as Leta got up and went to the kitchen. She came back with the bag of food she brought and the happy group sat down to a nice meal. The food was actually homemade by Leta earlier that day and Ben was blown away by how good the food was.
The happy group ate and joked of things and when the food ran out Leta and Rochelle went to do the dishes. Ben wanted to help, but Leta would have none of it. To her it was a time to spend with a young woman that was fast becoming a friend. The two of them laughed and joked as they did the dishes of many things, and Ben was keen to listen to when it came to be about him. He listened as Leta called him a “Jolly Green” and Rochelle quipped about how she was a “Purse Sized Chick.”
As he sat back listening Ben smiled and was actually relieved about how well things were going for the two of them. A sigh of content escaped his lips as he leaned back in the chair and watched the two of them. He hoped that it would continue, but held himself in check to the realities of life.
Ben got to his feet and went to the living room and turned on the TV. As the news came into focus he picked up his bar bells and began to do his curls. The heavy weights went up and down in unison as he worked both of his massive biceps with hard curls. As he did his last reps he turned his arms outward and did butterfly curls and watched the news as he did. Ben finished those and raised his hands over his head and did his high curls and military press.
Leta and Rochelle came from the kitchen and saw the spectacle of Ben working out. To Rochelle it was simply her dad exercising. To Leta, it was a sight that made her lick her lips. She marveled at how his bulging arms contracted and grew as he did his reps. She watched as his broad chest flexed and couldn’t help but stare at him. Rochelle happened to see her staring and took advantage of it. Without being seen she got behind Leta and her fingers poked Leta in both sides at once.
With a squeak that tore through the air Leta jumped forward to get away from the fingers, but Rochelle was all over her and the fun began. Ben looked from the news to see his daughter had Leta down and was torturing her. A smirk came to his lips as he watched his bigger daughter pin Leta to the floor and continue the assault. It went on for a few long seconds before he decided to be chivalrous.
Ben put his bells down and snuck behind his daughter. He was smiling as he decided to be the hero and without a word he snatched up Rochelle and with a loud squall he found her spots. Rochelle screamed in laughter as her dad had her off the ground in his arms and his demonic fingers found her most sensitive spots.
“Trying to be a bully huh?” Ben growled as his daughter squealed and squirmed in his arms.
“Daddy!” she begged and Ben laughed.
“Oh, you think that’ll save you huh?” he chuckled as he continued.
Leta was able to get her bearing and looked up to see Ben had her good. With a fling of his arms Rochelle landed on the couch şişli escort and Ben stalked forth to a begging form on the sofa. Rochelle’s hands were up and her laughing and gasping voice tried to prevent any further torture.
“I give!” she squeaked as Ben got over her.
Ben nodded his head as he accepted her surrender, but Leta didn’t. Rochelle screeched as all of a sudden Leta got her payback. Ben stood back and watched as Leta cursed and spoke in Spanish as she got even with Rochelle. The larger girl was squirming to get away, but Leta was in no mood to let her go so easily. After a solid minute, Rochelle got free and bolted to her room, slamming the door behind her.
“You better run you long legged chicken!” she said as she stopped by the door.
Ben shook his head as he laughed at the spectacle. The sight before him was one he couldn’t help but laugh at. The sight of his daughter trying to get away from Leta, was too much for him. The way Leta swore and talked smack in Spanish also didn’t help, but then again he needed the laugh.
“And what’s so funny Benjamin?” Leta mused over her shoulder at the laughing giant.
Ben wiped the tear that came from his eye and rubbed his sore belly. He looked at the diminutive woman and broke down laughing again. Leta saw that and her jaw went slack in pure shock that he just fell over laughing like he was. She could hear the laugh was full of good nature, so she let it go, but she decided to make him hurt for it.
“Benjamin, you’re still laughing at me,” she said in a mock anger filled voice.
Ben walked over to his sofa and plopped down as he got the laugh under control. Leta saw that and shook her head, the feeling of wanting to be funny out of her mind seeing him relaxed and smiling. She knew all too well why he was stern and tired most days. Leta got to sit by and watch as Ben would sit quiet as they tried to have a good time. A few times she saw he was almost to the breaking point, but somehow he endured. She knew that the young lady she had chased to the room was the reason of his misfortune , but she also knew he was the reason he endured.
A smile did cross her features as she walked over to him and plopped down next to him. His massive arm went over her shoulders and pulled her to his side. Leta brought her legs under her and purred in content as she felt her big man holding her like she liked. A deep inhale made his chest expand and as he blew it out Ben turned his head to look at her.
“So I know you got some time off soon. And I was wondering if you’d like to go with me and my club on a Shore Run?” Ben asked.
“A Shore Run?” Leta asked back.
“Yeah. Me and the guys and their girls and wives want to run down the shore to Seaside to do a rally with the people there. Plus there is a big barbeque event they’re doing at the same time,’ Ben explained.
“Oh really?’ Leta asked and her interest was semi piqued.
“Yup. Plus it wont be just us, a few other clubs and some other charity folk will be going down there to help out,” Ben said and leaned his head back.
“That fire sucked,” Leta said softly.
Ben nodded his head in painful agreement. Since he was a kid he had gone to the shore every now and again. He remembered the sights and sounds of the place. The food and fun he had while growing up were all very fond memories. He had more treasured memories of taking his girls down there. He remembered watching them eat ice cream and zepoles as well as riding the carousel and the roller coaster.
All those happy moments came crashing down as the Super Storm hit the area and devastated it. He admired the folks courage and tenacity to rebuild like they did. He and his firm had sent men down to help rebuild as did his club and others. He was happy to have those moments, then the fire hit out of nowhere and devastated all that hard work. He sighed as he thought of all his girls riding the carousel, and now it was gone.
“That’s why we are going down there honey. The nut shot they got from that damn fire is just fucked up, but people can bounce back. At least Midway is still up, we can get a cheese steak or two,” Ben chortled.
Leta shook her head and looked at him. He had a spark in his eyes as he said that and she admired it. While she really wanted to just relax and unwind on her three day weekend, the thought of going south with Ben was a good one. Some time alone with him would be great, and the thought of great food also made her waver from her prior notion.
“So what do I have to pack?” Leta asked.
Ben looked to her and smiled a big grin. The next week found the two of them making arrangements to go. Ben and his club finalized the hotels they would be staying at and made a logistic arrangement for fuel and transporting all their bags. They would have the pledges drive the trucks with the suitcases down as the club members rode their iron horses.
Slowly the day came and the club got their bikes staged at their starting point. Ben drove his truck with one of his pledges to Leta’s place. Along mecidiyeköy escort the way Ben and the pledge had a small talk about how the pledge was doing, but Ben didn’t divulge too much. Best they didn’t know if they made it to the club as to not let them get too comfortable.
The short talk was over as Ben pulled into her building and killed the engine. The two of them went up to Leta’s and as Ben was about to knock the door opened. Leta was wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. She had on flat black knee boots and looked cute. Ben smiled at her as did the pledge. Ben saw the smile and rapped the smaller man on the back of the head.
“Your eyes broken or something?” he chastised and the pledge looked away.
Ben turned back to Leta and his grin was one that made her giggle. It was a cross between a serious man, and a big kid all at once. She rushed up to him and hugged him tight as she had been very eager to go with him down south. As she hugged him Ben stroked her hair and squeezed her to him.
After a few moments they broke off the hug and Leta craned up to him.
“So what’s he here for?” she asked.
“To carry your bags down stairs,” Ben said as much to him as to her.
With that the pledge looked over and Leta pointed to the two bags next to the door. Without a word the pledge snatched up the bags and went downstairs. Leta actually was shocked to see the man so humbled doing a menial task like that. She looked to Ben and her face showed her confusion.
“He’s a pledge to the club. He has to earn his stripes with us, and that means doing as asked. He should be lucky we aren’t a one percent crew, then he’d really be S.O.L.,” Ben explained.
“How so?” Leta asked as she wasn’t up to date on biker customs.
“See in one percent clubs you do everything without question. They don’t ask, they order. If they say “Hey Pledge, go wash my car” you do. If they say “Hey Pledge, hold this bag for me” they do. Legal or illegal, they do or they don’t make it in,” Ben said and went into her apartment to do a once over.
Leta followed him in and together they gathered her last things and left the apartment. In the elevator they held hands the whole way down. Leta was so giddy she seemed to be bouncing, Ben noticed, and it was cute. As they walked out of the apartment building they saw the pledge waiting by the truck. Ben signaled and the young man opened the door for Leta and jumped into the back. As soon as the seat was right he helped her in and Ben closed the door. He walked to the other side and got in. as soon as he started the engine Leta changed the station to her favorite and Ben shook his head as Bruno Mars started playing.
The drive to the start point was an agonizingly slow one for Leta as she was so eager and ready for this. She didn’t know what to expect, only that Ben told her he was going to ride them down on his bike. She had dressed warm as Ben had suggested, but now as they neared the destination she felt a chill go down her. The waiting was getting to her, then Ben pulled into a lot and an impressive sight greeted Leta.
In the large parking lot nearly thirty motorcycles sat with a large group of men all wearing the same vest and similar patches to Ben. As Ben pulled into the lot he set his truck in a spot and killed the engine. Once it was dead he looked to Leta and grinned.
“Ready?” he asked.
Leta eagerly bobbed her head and Ben opened his door. Leta got out as did the pledge and Ben looked to his guys. They all saw him and shouted at him to hurry it up. Ben laughed as he walked to the edge of the gathering and all the guys got around him. He gave them a pep talk and when done he had them all lean in and raise a hand.
“Made of iron!” he yelled.
“Iron Bred!” the men yelled and broke the grouping.
Ben watched the men all gather their helmets and put them on. He saw the women join them and looked to Leta. A pledge handed her a helmet and Ben pulled out his bandanna. He tied it over his head as he walked to his pride and joy. The big bike was the same one he had taken Leta on their first date with. As he got to it Leta walked up to him and she looked cute with the helmet on and her wild hair coming out from under it. He smirked as he put on his own, then slid on his shades.
Leta waited as Ben got on his beast and rocked it to a sitting position. Leta took that as her cue and got on like she did the time before. Ben felt her hands go around his waist and smiled. He raised his giant hand and waived it in a circle. Using that cue the rest of the club kicked their bikes and the engines fired to life. Ben smiled as he listened to the thunder and added to it by reaching down and turning his ignition switch and his own bike fired to life. Thirty four bikes roared and made the lot come to life. The riders settled their balance and the accompanying women got behind their men. Ben looked over his shoulder to Leta and she nodded she was ready. He looked up past her and raised his hand and when he set it forward he kicked gears and began to roll out of the lot. The club filed out after him and the pledges followed in a few trucks that held the luggage. Ben rolled out on the street and rallied his folk behind him. When he was certain they were ready he rolled them to the parkway entrance.