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Jas was confused by how cold her demeanor had turned. He thought about it as he checked his bike for damage. She must be mad at me for the suggestion that we could be friends. Hell, I thought that she must like me a little, after waking up naked in her arms. I saved her from rape. I killed for her. Yet, she now treats me like I was covered in warts. Well, maybe the death are affecting her now. I guess I did blow it. I should have just knocked them out.

The bike had a few dents and a lot of scrapes, but no real damage. As he put his things together, he continued to degrade himself in his mind. I had no real reason to kill them. I could have knock them out and tied them up for the cops. I had the skills to do it and could have held out long enough to do it. That is why she hates me now. She knows I had the skill and did not have to kill them." He thought as he made as tight a bundle as possible to allow extra room for Celo.

The only thing missing was his sword. Which he could pick up when got Celo at the camp. He started his bike and the low rumble of it echoed off the trees. It sound so out of place here. He popped the clutch and the bike lurched forward toward the clearing. As he came out of the woods at the edge of the clearing, he almost hit Celo. She was walk in a straight line toward him one minute, then was not there. He had to look back and make sure he had not hit her. God, she was fast. She was already standing twenty feet away. Staring at him, as if she had never seen a motorcycle before.

She was just standing there with her mouth agape, staring at him. Her things were bundled up in a pack on her back. His sword, which he forgot all about, was half way drawn from it's scabbard, as if she was going to attack him. She was now wearing black leather armor that looked like a one piece swim suit with sleeves, cut low in the breast. Just the sight of her made him want to rip it off of her and ravish her.

Jas quickly got a hold of his thoughts and quieted them as best he could. Try as he might, there was a hard constant reminder of his desire. He had never had this problem before with his lust. When ever he had any lust he could shut it down and ignore it. All the women so far in his life had only tempered his resolve, with their lies and inability to keep promises or be true to him. They had all cheated in one way or another. It tore at his soul, but the truth was the truth, he was never good enough for any women anywhere. If he could only be good enough for one, he would never let her go. And it be a cold day in hell before he was good enough for one such as Celo.

"I have never seen a beast like that. Did, you tame it with your magic?" Celo asked her eyes full of wonder.

Ok, fine. I will play the game her way. He thought then said. " It is called a motorcycle. It is not alive but a machine. It transports you faster to places then your feet, and is not as hard on them. I was thinking we could ride it back to your village."

"What is a machine?" She asked and it even looked to Jas that she was truly honest in the question.

Maybe she is crazy or I have not woke up after my accident. Jas thought.

"Ok, I'll play. A machine is anything that make a task easier. Well, just not easier, because a I would not consider a shovel a machine, but it makes digging a hole easier." Jas said. "how do you explain a machine to someone who has never seen one before? " He did not realize he was talking out loud.

"I do not know!" Celo said. "But when you figure it out you can tell me. Until then, I have to go bury the fire. I would not wish to start this beautiful forest a blaze." Again she turned and walked a way from him.

Ok I am working on this again, but I had to edit out some type ohs and smooth the dialog a bit first so bare with me I may have more tomorrow.