Rikku’s always thought of me as a sweet, loving guy. I babysit her 9 year old daughter every Sunday, and she’s almost like my own. She’s told me what a good dad I’ll make. I love animals, and that always goes down well with a lady. Awwww. Rikku’s also seen the emotional side, such as the side of me that came out upon my daughter’s death, she was like a rock to me, but also saw the emotional side, by me being with Kassie easing her grief. She’s seen my protective side, I won’t let anyone hurt her.

She’s seen my business side, helping her with the bus business. Making purchase decisions, delivering her IT infrastructure, servicing vehicles.

And now, for the first time, she’s seen my diesel powered adrenaline side. All her dismissal of it as my “playtime” went out the window this afternoon, as I took her hurtling round our test track in Kassie’s Subaru, at over 230mph. Once we’d done 2 laps, in under 2 minutes, and she’d got out, dizzy, her first words were, “And I thought the buses were fast!”

Now, she’s no prude to speed. She can be a bit of a mad chick when she wants to, (she plays football!) but she’s always took my bus track testing sessions as my “excuse for a bit of man time, to play with my “big toy” (oo-err, her words exactly!)

She’s never been over 140mph. Until now. And she loved it! Who says you can’t turn a woman into a girl racer? A few more sessions like that, she’ll want to try driving the Impreza! And I’ll teach her, like she teaches me footie! It’s all a big turn on, and we love women, don’t we? (Especially in a football strip! Phwoar!)

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