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that Sunday evening. She was seething. How dare Cece Myers take her to task and embarrass her in front of the other club members! The bitch sure did have a lot of nerve! So she didn't want that frumpy-ass Karen Bates teaching the other women how to change their stupid oil! It wasn't all that hard!
    She tossed her helmet over on the couch, where it promptly bounced off. She walked over, snatching it by the strap and slammed it down onto the cushion. She plopped her butt down next to it, crossing her arms across her abdomen.
    She felt she should have been the next president and club leader of the Wayward Angels, not Cece Myers. Cece thought she was so damned special. What a fucking cunt!
    The former club president, Stephanie Wells would have let her slide on the whole oil change thing. She would have never made such a federal case out of it. And Stephanie wasn't a goddamned dyke like most of the women in that club. Ugh! Sure, she might have looked like a tall, skinny butch. She stood six feet tall and had a buzz cut, but it was because she found it more comfortable riding with her hair short. She sure as hell didn't need any woman trying to put the moves on her! The very thought disgusted her. She hated watching the women at The Lavender Light dancing and putting their hands all over each other. Yuck! She didn't see why they had to have their meetings there in the first place. Her objections so far had gone unheeded. It was as if they were trying to overtly recruit her into their chosen lifestyle. She didn't think for a second that a person was born gay. There was no way God made people that way.
    When she was in nursing school, studying to get her LPN, one of the other women in her dorm made sexual advances toward her. Despite a few strange and different, almost exciting feelings that came over her, she pushed her away and set her straight immediately. She told her to keep her fucking hands off in so many words.
    Kim had recently attended a couple club meetings of a fundamentalist Christian motorcycle club called the Son Risers MC. This group was all about spreading the gospel throughout Colorado and surrounding areas. This club went by Biblical principles and she found this more to her liking. To hell with all those dykes in Wayward Angels! Who needed them anyway? How any straight women could be members of that club was beyond her. It didn't seem to bother her best friend in the club, Marilyn Miller, however. She would have to try and get Marilyn to attend a meeting of the Son Risers, with her. She owed it to her friend to get her away from that nest of lesbians before she became one of them.
    And why hadn't Marilyn stuck up for her at today's meeting? She picked up her phone, damned well determined to find out. She touched the screen.
    "Hello?" the voice on the other end answered.
    "Hi, Marilyn. Kim."
    "Oh, Kim. What's up?"
    "Well, since you didn't stick around to find out what Cece said to me after the meeting, I thought I might clue you in, That is, if you're interested."
    She was still pissed that Marilyn didn't stick around to lend her some moral support. What were friends for, after all?
    "Uh, yeah. Shoot."
    "Well, Cece more or less gave me a warning."
    "Oh?"
    "She said if I didn't straighten myself up and stop trying to sabotage the club, I would be out. That's the way I read it anyway. Who the hell does she think she is?"
    "The club president. Kim, do you really think it was wise to nix the oil change class that Karen wanted to teach? She was only trying to help."
    "So you're on her side now?" Kim was getting irritated.
    "I didn't say that silly. What was your motivation anyway?"
    "Motivation? Oh, fuck, I don't know. Karen Bates thinks she's a know-it-all."
    "Well she is a motorcycle mechanic with the credentials to prove it. It's always great having somebody along on a group ride that has your back in case of a breakdown on the road."
    "I suppose, but..."
    "What I don't get is why you don't like Karen. She seems like