Biker's Virgin

“You’re practically grinning from ear to ear,” I pointed out. “I thought you felt guilty.”

“I did,” Mila nodded. “For the first five minutes.”

I laughed out loud, and Mila followed suit. “No, no,” she said quickly. “I do feel guilty—a little. But let’s be clear: he was the one who attacked me from the back.”

“Hey, I’m totally with you,” I said. “He had it coming.”

“I didn’t say that,” Mila said, trying to backtrack a little. “He didn’t deserve to have his nose broken—”

“I thought it was an improvement.”

“But I did for a second think it was Walter.”

“You thought Walter had managed to get into our clubhouse to attack you?”

“Well… yeah.”

“How lax do you think we are?”

“Hey, stranger things have happened,” Mila said. “And in any case… Walter seemed like the kind of guy who could do anything.”

I frowned. “Did he?”

“He was determined, persuasive…. I would even go so far as to call him charming.”

I gritted my teeth a little, but I didn’t allow the jealousy to come through. “Is that how he got you?”

Mila sighed, and the smile faltered slightly on her face. “I suppose, but it had more to do with my insecurities than anything else.”

“You thought he would protect you?”

“Yes,” Mila nodded. “And when I told him I wanted to wait to have sex, he seemed to totally agree.”

“Because he needed you.”

“Possibly,” Mila nodded. “But at the time, I just thought he was a really decent guy.”

“How long did that last?”

Mila sighed. “A few weeks, I suppose. And then… he started getting more and more aggressive. It wasn’t with me though, which is why somehow, I justified it for a long time. He interacted with a few different guys… he said it was all ‘business,’ but who the fuck knows anymore. I saw him punch a guy in the face one time. I was sitting in the car waiting for him, and I watched them talk for ten minutes before it broke out into a fistfight.”

“What did he tell you when he got back to the car?”

“He said that the guy was trying to cheat him, and he didn’t put up with shit like that,” Mila admitted. “I was so shocked that I didn’t ask more questions. I think that’s what made me really uncomfortable, and I think from that moment on I was looking for a way to get out.”

“Did you ever just try to break up with him?”

“A few times,” Mila nodded. “But I never got around to it.”

“Why?”

“I think deep down inside I understood what he really was,” Mila told me. “I was scared of his reaction. I was terrified I would see the aggressive side of him that he had shown to others on previous occasions. Then one night, we were at this bar, and a woman came up to him. She obviously didn’t see me, or if she did, she just didn’t care. She started talking to Walter, and she was flirting a lot. And the way she spoke it was like… they’d seen each other a lot the previous week, and I was pretty sure that Walter was fucking around on me.”

“Did you confront him?”

“As we got back to his place,” Mila nodded. “In a sense, I was almost relieved. This allowed me a legitimate excuse to leave him. So I asked about the woman, and he was impatient with me because he really didn’t want to talk about her. Then, I came right out and asked him, and he just looked me right in the eye and said ‘Yeah, I fucked her. I fucked her five times last week.’”

“He admitted to it?”