Maxine/Fixer POV
It was good to feel my bike between my thighs. I need to take her for a spin later; she been neglected for far too long. I placed a cover over her, as she barely got warm coming that short distance. I looked longingly at her one last time before closing the garage door and climbing back on Tank's bike, my mind back onto the job at hand.
Quickly, with the help of Tank, we boxed up all the tattoo gear and took it the long way around to the new tattoo shack, as I have named it. We have yet to make a gate, maybe that can be done, once we find someone to do the tattooing, because I just don't have the time, to do all the things that Prez wants me to do, sometimes, I wish I was like Jenny, have her specialty and sticks to it, I am a jack of all trades, and that can pull me ap
