So, does this "fictional misses" ever get her "fictional breakfast", and does this "fictional Triumph rider" ever get out of this "fictional doghouse"???

(ya know, I'm tempted to go directly to the last page of this story to find out, but I always feel I'm sort'a cheatin' whenever I do that)

Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)