A friend, and even a friendly stranger, would only care that we’re out on bikes having an awesome ride. A really nice guy might even fist bump me for being so fast that he had trouble catching up.
Mildly nervous, I reminded myself that the deer that wander out in front of my bike at dawn were still bedded down. As was the guy in that torn sleeping bag tucked up under the bridge.
Summer is here, and labia are once again coming (see what I did there?) to the fore.