ALLY - He looked like he needed a "pick me up," so I gave him one. In passing, I shoved my panties into the pocket of his leather jacket. It wasn't typical behavior for me, but he wasn't a typical biker. It didn't matter. I'd never see him again. When he appeared at my favorite diner a few days later, my jaw hit the floor. My panties weren't far behind. When I found out he was a thief, I grinned at the common bond we shared. Then, I took his...