Page 78 of 4 Bikers for the Doctor

After that we begin a slow ride through town.

It’s nice, having the cool air running over us, holding onto a man I love, feeling the speed and the rush of the road beneath us.

The one thing that keeps running through my mind is how Denise reacted though.

Am I a whore? Sleeping with two different men? I’ve been spending equal amounts of time with both Bret and Nick in that kind of way.

I have real relationships with them. It’s not like I’m just doing it for the sex. I love them both. I’ve known them for years. Neither of them has any problem with it.

I suppose people like Denise can only interpret the world from their own perspective.

Well…I suppose that’s true for anybody. The sum of your experiences and the sum of what you’ve been exposed to your whole life forms the lens through which you view the world.

That’s what your sense of morals becomes.

We’re taught you can only lie with one man and it should be your husband.

We’re told sex is a union that should only happen with one person.

Basically, we’re told a lot of things.

A lot of things that I just don’t believe.

Loving someone is a good thing. Why can’t you love more than one person?

I mean…if you think about it like this…say that I have Nick and I care about Bret too, but being with Nick means I can’t be there for Bret…is that really fair?

Am I supposed to ignore my feelings for Bret and let him be alone and unhappy because society tells us we have to be faithful to onlyoneman?

I don’t think that’s right.

Loving people shouldn’t come with a whole bunch of rules. It’s not right.

We’re all fine with the way things are…and I want to believe that’s the only thing that matters.

But…I can’t stomach the thought that people like Denise are going to look at me through their draconian eyes and draw these filthy, outmoded conclusions about me.

I know I probably shouldn’t care…but it still hurts. No woman wants people to look at her and say—she’s loose—under their breath.

I almost don’t notice when Nick pulls over at the curb and drops his kickstand. He takes off his helmet, “We’re here.”

“Here, where?” I pull off my own helmet.

When we get off Nick’s bike, I see that we’re next to a small apartment building. It’s only three floors—nothing like where I live—but it looks quite nice and well-kept from the outside.

There’s even a big park across the road. If you’re going to get a place in town, this would be the spot to get!

Nick points to the ‘To let’sign, “I was riding past here the other day. This morning I remembered there’s an opening. Let’s go check it out.”

“Cool!”

Out front is a buzzer with ten buttons, one of them says‘Manager’on it. I push that one.

“Hello?” A chunky voice comes through the intercom.

“Hi there,” I say. “We’re here to see the apartment.”

“Come on through, I’ll be right down.”

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