Lance let the sex thing drop. That had probably gone as far as it was gonna go. Let the kid be a pruish little virgin.

"You like bikes, huh?" Lance had worked on the occassional bike at his shop. James rode one that was black and gold, a fine piece of machinery. Complete with police lights. One of the more interesting bikes he'd worked on was designed to look like it had a ram's head. Owner was a real weirdo.