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Through the curtains of sleep, her consciousness arose, it wasn't the birds, nor even the sunrise that had awoken her from this slumber. Breezy grimaced stretching, her twenty-five years old, slim body, with corn silk hair, almost cute her dad would say. She had chosen to stay here with Donna, because of the quiet serenity, a population of less than two hundred, and an itsy bitsy crime rate. However, the town at the first of August turned into, chaos, thanks to the annual bike week in South Dakota. Mostly the bikers stuck to, Spear Fish, Sturgis, and the surrounding areas, but thanks to the Bison Bar, they had made this a routine stop. For the burn out special, one minute burn out, got you a free beer. Today though, she believed they were having that big contest, like how long you could last without popping a tire.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble.

Bbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

You'd think those bikers would have run out of rubber, yesterday.

*quot;God, why did I stay up so late helping at the café? Because Donna asked you to that's why, and you're such a push over.*quot; She answered herself. She got up and went to the bathroom, taking care of business she turned on the shower to get it hot, brushed her teeth and checked the water, it was more than warm so she pulled off her sleep shirt and panties and got in. The water sluicing down her body felt like heaven, bathing and caressing her all over, she stayed in until it started to cool. She reluctantly got into hip hugger jeans and a bike week t-shirt, the uniform for this month, and pushed on some sneakers. No makeup now maybe later she'd get a chance to slap some on, she was late. Grabbing her keys, and apron as she went out the door, and crossed the road from the motel, to the Devil's Tower Café.

*quot;Donna honey, why didn't you ring me, I would have been over sooner.*quot; She said tying her apron.

*quot;Breeze, I was just thankful for your help last night with that crowd, as it was we sent half of them away, with carry out orders.*quot; Donna scanned the street. *quot;Mostly this morning it's been coffee and a hello biscuit to go. Not too much booth