There's this guy living next door to me in our condo. He's a biker; I've seen his scary tattoos and felt the intense rumble of his Harley from across my room. Sometimes, we come across each other in the hallway, but we never share more than a 'Hi, how are you?' I know he would be the perfect Daddy for me. Raw, scary, but attentive and tender at the same. But he could never have eyes for me and I'm certain he even isn't in the lifestyle. That's...