"Nice bike, Rico! How'd you score this beauty?" Rick said when rode his new motorcycle up into the burger joint parking lot after a long drive in the countryside.
"Thanks. She looked a lot different earlier, but I put a lot of elbow grease into making her the bike she is now," Rico said running his hand lovingly over Chad's metal, rubber and leather naked body.
Chad was mentally screaming, "He, he, he! I'm a fucking man! Rick don't you recognize me? We've known each other since preschool.
Rick asked, "Mind if I touch her."
Rico said, "Go right ahead, Rick. Be careful though, the engine's running a little hot."
"Hot? I burning up! I'm boiling mad! If I had my fists back, I'd knock you into next week, Rico," thought Chad in his private rant. Then realizing that no one could hear him, he thought forlornly, "Please turn on the radio."
Rico was playing with his smart phone while Rick straddled Rico's motorcycle, and massaged Chad's nuts as he played with the hand controls. He suddenly looked over at Rick, and said, "Don't turn on the radio. I think there's a short in it, and don't want to fry the bike's electrical system. But I hope to fix that this weekend.
"Can I take her for a test drive, Rico?" Rick asked.
Chad thought, "Yes, please! Rick always does what he's told not to do. He'll turn the radio on, and I can tell him that it's really me."