Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 357

My day was long, tiling was not hard work, I was in the middle of renovating a person’s bathroom, already had the new shower, toilet and vanity in, and was now putting up the mirror on the wall, standing back, measuring it again, and again, trying to ensure it’s perfected, while that dried, ! entered the shower, and tiled the shower area, they want all the walls floor to ceiling in tiles, in the whole wall, and the ones in the shower, were mirror tiles, personally I don’t like them, but you give the client what they want, and don’t judge their taste.

The day slipped by quickly. I have to go back tomorrow to finish off the walls before I tile the floor.

This client is fascinated by mirrors and had to put some on the ceiling as well. I checked the time,

and it was close to Skittles‘ pickup time. I cleaned up and put everything back in the van. I learned

a while ago, never leave tools on site; they disappear, and you have no recourse. I drove back to the clubhouse, cleaned up and climbed on my bike. I like having her on the bike; she wasn’t that keen to ride her own, but decided it was better not to leave hers in the car park, advertising where

she worked.

I waited where I had dropped her off, watching people come and go, her door rarely used; no one wants to go willingly to the morgue. I wouldn’t want to walk in there, willingly, but I would if Skittles

needed me in there.

At last, my girl came out, looking tired, but happy, that’s a good sign that her first day went well, she found me almost at once, and her smile grew as she headed over to me, us.

“How was your day?” Skittles asked as she slipped on her helmet. Her things sliding into the panier bags, I had put on just for her work gear.

“Good and bad,” I replied, pulling in for a kiss before she climbed onto the bike.

“How so?” Her voice came clear over the intercom.

“Too many mirrors, when it’s done, I will take a photo and show it to you. It’s a prime example of what I don’t want in a bathroom. It’s not for me at all.” I said, and then wondered if it was

something that Skittles would like, and I just shot myself in the foot.

“What about yours, first day jitters?” I asked, trying to keep her talking.

“No, I am in charge, have four students I am assisting in training, and my boss had me do an autopsy to see how I manage on my own, with him and four students watching me. I wasn’t scared at all, once I got in front of that body, my training kicked in, and I did what had to be done, answered questions on why I did something a certain way, and got praise from my boss, he said if my report that I left for him to read over, was as good as he expects it to be, he was going to send me out on field trips.”

“Field trips?” Huh? I have no idea what she meant.

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“When they find a body and need a coroner to come check it out, we’ll be taking turns.” She sounded so proud. I guess my girls are smart.

“Wow, good for you, that sounds amazing.” It did, but the worry of her looking at possible murder scenes worries me a little. I want to protect her from that.

We made it home, Skittles raced into the bathroom, and the water started running. I guess she doesn’t like staying in her work clothes for long. I made coffee and placed it on the porch table, along with a blueberry muffin. Having already showered and changed before picking her up. I sat and picked up my coffee, staring out at the clubhouse in the distance, bikes coming and going. Being a weekday, it’s not that busy.

My phone rang.

“Hello?” I hadn’t checked who was calling.

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