That moment I came clean and told him I knew nothing about bikes and that the only thing I was looking to service was him! “Honesty was the best policy” I told him.
He thought about it for a second, before replying, “yeah? Well in that case, I’m gonna come clean too, in your mouth, and you’d better fucking swallow what I give you to swallow!”
So I spent the next half hour on my knees taking good care of him, making sure his system was expertly serviced, his fluids were fully drained, his discharge recycled, and his equipment polished clean and buffed dry.
Well, you can’t promise and then not deliver.












