Virgin Ninja (6)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (6)"
   
   Bobby McQuade waited outside of the SUBWAY eatery on his Honda Rebel, low with the cc; however, a mercurial time around town, if the pace is gregariously gelled with wisdom--wisdom being a kinda/sorta verb, a thing in perpetual action, knowing what is right and doing it; specifically, listening to your conscience, but most people don't have one, self-absorbed and plugged into their Smart Phones, this eclipsing the beauty of the natural world not molested.
   Today it might be called stalking.  Today, cherry bombs down the school toilet is totally domestic terrorism.  Happy Days are not here.  But Bobby McQuade waited for the glimmering blonde, having parked next to an enduro Kawasaki, not knowing it was Joanna's.
   Ultimately, she made her exit, and armed with a sense of all that always encompassed her, Joanna felt the presence of Bobby before she approached her own motorcycle; at the same time, with a sort of third eye, she felt a hue of blue intuition communicating rays of pink energy, something to be appreciated, not lust-worthy; plus, a beacon of beauty.  She approached, looked Bobby right in his hazel eyes and simply said:  "Nice bike, guy."