The Biker and the Mohair Seduction
March. A Ducati roars to a halt outside my shop window. The biker strides in, leather jacket gleaming under the boutique lights. I tease him: 'Chilly under that leather? Need…
March. A Ducati roars to a halt outside my shop window. The biker strides in, leather jacket gleaming under the boutique lights. I tease him: 'Chilly under that leather? Need…