I anxiously walked into the dealership, someone recognized me. It was too late to turn back then. (It was too late to turn back when I bought it).

There she was, Joy, dark, beautiful, the center of attention. I was shy.

The finishing touches were over, they brought her to get some gas. She was all mine. I took my time to bask in her beauty before mounting her, she was thicker than I'm used to, more aggressive than I've experienced. I was SCARED.

I spent a little time testing her limits (finding the biting point over and over), she seemed to enjoy it, I was simply trying to find a way to escape. But it was too late. 'You can't return her, she's yours', I remind myself.

I was SCARED. Did I mention that? I took her for a slow spin, fumbled. I got off. 'There's no backing down because you're scared', I remembered. But then my friend came to the rescue (Thank you T). I had to be brave for my friend. She insisted we go to somewhere more private.