Some of her gear flies here and there. One of the things that goes is her speaker, causing the music to, thankfully, shut off.
I take off, jogging over to the heap of woman and metal. “You okay?”
“No,” she snaps. “Of course I’m not okay.” She’s jerking the foot that’s on top around, but it seems to be attached to her pedal. “Stupid, flucking toe clips.”
Flucking? Did she just say flucking?
“Can I help?” I mean, it’s the only question I can think to ask. I’m checking her out, you know, to make sure she didn’t break anything. All of her limbs appear to be working. I can see through the frame of her bike that she’s torn her pants on the knee closest to the ground.
“Yeah. Get a torch and blow off these ridiculously stupid bike pedal clip things,” the woman snaps.
I don’t utter a word.
“Stupid Laura made me get them. She told me they’d make me ride faster. She didn’t mention they’d kill me first.” She glances up at me, and all I see is blue. Big, blue eyes the color of the ocean. “Oh,great. It’s you.”
Me?She knows me?
She’s got one hand on her ankle. “I’m supposed to twist my foot to get it out of the clip, but it didn’t work. Then, when I tried to stop, my stupid shoe was caught.” She growls. “Stupid, flucking toe clips.”
I have no idea what the fuck she’s talking about except I see she’s trying to work her foot free of some sort of clamp on the pedals. “Here. Let me.” I grasp her ankle and pull up.
“Ouch.” She winces and then says in an unhappy tone, “That hurt.”
Standing, I look down at her. “How the fuck are you supposed to get out of those things?”
“Well,Einstein, if I knew that, I wouldn’t be in this predicament, now would I?”
Einstein? I think she just insulted me. “I’m just tryin’ to help, woman. No need to be a bitch about it.”
“Excuse me?” She sounds pissed. “Did you just call me a––” She looks around to see if anyone is nearby. Nope. It’s only this headstrong little thing and me. Her voice is a whispery kind of hiss when she finishes with “––a bitch?”
“If the shoe fits.” I glance down at the foot still stuck to her pedal. “Or the toe clip, in this case.”
“Look,” she says with a sigh. “The directions said all I have to do is turn my foot a little bit. Like this.” She does it, and lo and behold, her foot disengages from the pedal. “Of course it works now. God, my life…” She sighs again, attempting to get out from beneath her bike, but the other foot’s still attached. “It’s just one big clusterfluck.”
Clusterfluck?Can’t this woman cuss? “It’s fuck, lady. Not fluck.”
“I don’t say that word.”
Fuck it. Reaching down, I lift the bike off the ground a few inches and notice the damage. “You bent your rim.”
“What?” she squeaks, looking at the front wheel, reaching for it. “Did I hurt you, Baby Blue?”
Is she talking to her bike? Did she name her fucking bicycle? “Baby Blue?” I mean, the bike itislight blue, so it makes sense, I guess.
She glares at me, and all I see, again, are those crystal blue eyes.
With my help, she’s able to detach from the other pedal. I lift the bike with one hand and hold the other one out. I can’t help noticing what she’s wearing––a tight tank top the same color as her eyes, the same hue as her helmet. Her tits look full and round. The perfect size if you ask me. They’re being restrained by her shirt within an inch of their lives. Sad, really. Hate to see something as nice as tits like hers being contained––like they’re begging to be free. Her pants that go just past her knees are equally tight. I bet her ass looks stellar, but I haven’t gotten a glimpse of that yet. Damn, the woman fills everything out just the way I love. She’s got fucking curves for days.
Once she’s on her feet, I get a mumbling sort of thank you from her as she looks over her front wheel. “Well, I guess it’s totaled.” Her voice hitches when she adds, “I can’t afford another bicycle.”
I let my eyes move from her to her bike. “Totaled?” I chuckle. “The rim’s bent. It’s fixable.”
“Is it?” I get her eyes, and for once, they don’t look pissed.
“Yeah.” Something red catches my eye. Blood is slowly dripping down her leg. “You’re hurt.”
“Oh.” She looks down at her knee, then she lifts her arm, and she’s got a similar injury on her elbow. “Guess I’m totaled too.” She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. As a matter of fact, I think she’s gonna fucking cry.
