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so wide. 
    "Here," he said. "Put on my extra helmet." I put it on. It was so big and clunky, but it felt very safe. 
    He got on and turned on the motor. I straddled his back, sitting on the seat behind him. I leaned against his hard back, loving the rich scent of the leather.
    He pulled his motorcycle onto the road. The wind whipped past us and the road disappeared under our wheels. I had never felt so completely free. Trouble was more daring than I was, and I felt like he was shaking me out of my normal rut. I loved feeling the vibration of the motor coming through my body and his. It felt like we were connected at a cosmic level, like we were two tuning forks resonating at the same pitch. Being on his bike and wrapping my body around his felt better than my vibrator. My new panties were already getting soaked.
    We ended up at the AMC near campus. "I already have our tickets." We went straight to the adolescent who was taking tickets, and he scanned Trouble's tickets.
    "What are we seeing?"
    "The newest James Bond."
    For him, I'd watch anything.
    Trouble bought a large popcorn. He took it to the butter station and just slathered butter all over it. The entire top was pure butter.
    "Oh my god. Do you want to have some popcorn with your butter? Jeez. Why aren't you a thousand pounds?"
    He slapped his abs. "Swimming. Come on."
    We sat down in the theater. Because it wasn't night yet and a weekday, there weren't very many people. Trouble took us to the center, where the best seats were. I pushed the drink holder between us up, and I leaned against his shoulder. I felt his body go a little stiff, but when I didn't do any more, he relaxed. He put his arm around my shoulder lightly, as if I were a soap bubble that might pop if he touched me too roughly.
    We ate popcorn. I watched the gunfights, explosions, and fire on the screen. Guys got on girls for liking soppy rom-coms, but James Bond movies were all about wish fulfillment for guys, too. Lee Goldberg, a best-selling author and the creator of Monk, said that action and adventure stories were Harlequins for men, and I agreed. The main difference was that there were plenty of women who were willing to watch one.
    I was quiet during the movie, only stopping to throw popcorn at the screen. I did not know why people liked these movies so much. Sometimes, I liked Bruce Willis movies. However, I highly preferred romantic comedies.
    His arm felt warm and solid around me. I melted a little bit inside. I knew that I was pretending, but I did not care. I would take what I could get.
    We watch the movie, and I thought that this was the best movie ever. Not because of the plot, but because he was holding me the entire time.
    When the movie was over, we stayed even though everybody left. At the end of the credits, there was an extra bonus scene.
    We watched it in silence.
    "Are you ready to go?"
    Our popcorn bucket was empty, and he threw it out at the trashcan at the door.
    As we walked outside, I was dazzled by the bright sunshine.
    "Where are we going now?"
    "We are going to my favorite Korean restaurant."

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Restaurant
    Laila
    " W hat is it called ?"
    He rubbed his nose. “It is called Gen. It’s great.“
    We got on his motorcycle, putting on our helmets, and I enjoyed the ride. It was over too soon. We went into the Korean restaurant. It was packed to the gills, with the line going out the door. There were dozens of people waiting.
    However, Trouble knew the host. Instead of waiting in line, we were directed to a table. It had a reserved sign on it, but the host took it away. He gave us menus and bowed as he left us.
    "I am not an expert on Korean food," I said.
    "That is okay." Trouble did not even open his menu."I know what we want."
    I normally liked to order my own food, but there was something nice about letting someone else order for me, especially when I did not know what I liked here.
    When our waiter came, Trouble immediately rattled off a list of numbers. The waiter gave