Enteinne smiled and chuckled a little as he purposely veered even farther from home. Pleasant feelings of peace and happiness were starting to emanate from Alisa. No sense in shortening the ride when it made her feel so much better.
But end it must. Milk was in the saddle bags. It could go bad and he could still remember how sick he'd been the last time he'd drunk bad milk. He really hated to waste food.
The winding road gave way to the small, quiet neighborhood they lived in. A decent one, not too rich, not too poor. Good two bedroom house with only one story. Most of their 'inheritance' had gone toward it, but it had been worth it. Even had a garage for his bike.
He stopped outside the door made for a single car and turned the engine off. After Alisa pulled away and dismounted, he followed suit and went to open the door. They'd unload the groceries inside.
"Ya sure ya don't want ta see dat movie? Dancing frog..."
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